She tugged on the rope."Ouch." The rope pulled on my balls, and the pain was dull, but noticeable."Good. I want your balls to hurt when I pull on this... rope. I want to be sure I have your attention." Susan knelt down and tied my ankles to the legs of the chair. After she finished, she stood up, picking up the rope tied to my balls. "It's been almost a year since I've seen you naked. I haven't missed much."I sat silently. I decided to go along with whatever she wanted to do. I didn't want to piss. Then we are going to go back to your hotel suite, where I am going to throw my own private bachelorette party, tonight, with your two sons providing the cocks and the action for both of us. Based on what you have told me, I am very anxious to find out how really perverted and sexually skilled my two nephews really are. If my husband-to-be is out banging some whores during the next two nights, then I should at least get to have my own little sex party and have some wild and dirty fun, too, dont. I clapped my hands once, and she assumed position one by simply sitting down on her heels, then rolling back onto her back, her wrists still attached behind her and she held her legs wide open. I knelt in front of her and plunged my cock into her in a single powerful thrust. With both her holes filled, my cock in one, the plug in the other, not to mention the fact that this was the first time I had fucked her after a very erotic afternoon, she very quickly reached a climax, desperate, her cunt. This was unexpected. "Sure!" I said. "If you getuncomfortable, we can leave." "Just don't let any of them fairies try to pick me up, 'kay?" Icould hear his grin over the phone. "I'm your date for the night." He sounded comfortable enough with the idea, but I had to wonderif I was. The Storehouse was a pretty different place, even if you werepart of the alternative culture. Men were grinding against each other onthe dance floor; bull dykes were alternately feuding and fondling by thepool tables;.