She then tied a rope around each ankle and raised my legs up as far as she could and tied the other end of the rope to the bed posts. I wasn't going a...nywhere, anytime soon.Getting naked herself, I see that she has changed the nipple rings and her nipples seemed bigger than ever. Rubbing her breasts on my face drove me wild as I couldnt reach out with my tongue. She reached down and grasped my cock and alternated between fast and slow strokes, watching my reaction she told me in no uncertain. Indeed, I wasn't made of stone to not be affected by this erotic tableau. Though a part of me was rock hard, nonetheless. I was in my boxers and an old tee shirt, what I normally wore around the house when we were just the two of us. Just the two of us, since my wife died three years ago of ovarian cancer. I had my work, and an occasional lady out to dinner, but sex for me was few and far between.Not so for 'Miss Pussy 'N Boots', slumbering on the divan so delightfully displaying her. He was hungry.Sitting at the table by his lonesome, Suresh mulled things over a cup of coffee as the tropical rain hammered down outside. It hurt him, doing this. Although long ago he'd learned how to ignore the stinging, some part of it was still there. Izz wasn't a cyborg by choice. She never was, and never would have been. Only those with sufficient funds ever went full cyborg by choice. Or those who needed it to save their life. Izz was never rich.Suresh started to become lost in thought,. " Good! Because if they did, they were lying!" Why, you little minx!" Bill laughed as he effortlessly picked her up and sat her sideways on his legs.The stare between them only lasted a few seconds before Karen threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with a deep passion. Bill never thought he would ever feel this way about another woman again. He squeezed Karen gently, like a delicate flower, as he enjoyed the feel of her breasts against his chest. The softness of her bum on his cock.