"Just imagine as I walk away, Michael. I am not wearing any panties. I dressed this way just for you." I felt his hand run lightly over my butt as he ...tried to determine if I was telling him the truth. All he felt was the garter belt. He leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Come upstairs to the third door on your left. I will wait." "Let me come with you now... the wine can wait," I said. He led and I had to follow because desire was beginning to rage in my body. I could feel the gathering. Now though, things had changed. His arms were tied to his ankles and these were pulled right back over his head. His cock was still rock hard but this position exposed his ass. His nipples hurt massively from the clamps on them. Across the room he could see the Smith family watching him.“Welcome back boy”, Mr Smith called out. “Man, you really fucked yourself senseless in my wife’s ass didn’t you?” Timmy tried to respond but couldn’t get the words out.“Reckon now that you’ve fucked both my. “OK. Try asking kids in neighboring flats, who hide under bed sheets or their mothers’ pallaus when you howl or rather scream. Anyway, don’t skirt the issue. What is bothering you?”With one hand he was clutching my buttocks and with other my back. My boobs were pressing warmly on his hard chest and I began to melt in spite of myself.“Mom and Dad are going on a pilgrimage during the festival holidays. They plan to dump me with my Aunt who was Hitler’s teacher in previous birth. She will. Wasn’t celibate while we were apart.”This actually did surprise me. I had figured she just holed up in her apartment and shut herself off from the world. “Okay. And?”“But ... I ... um ... I kind of feel like I was unfaithful to you.”“We weren’t together.”Suddenly, she leapt to her feet. “WHY NOT?” she shouted. “YOU JUST LET ME WALK OUT! YOU DIDN’T COME AFTER ME! YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR ME! WHY?!”Utterly baffled, I looked to Sandra for help. I had no idea what just happened, nor did I know what the.