I need you to be you. I am not jealous, just not in my bed without me there!’ ‘I am sorry, I didn’t realize, I didn’t mean to embarra…’ �...�It doesn’t, I am not jealous. But think of it, suppose I were to screw Nathan or someone on your desk behind your back?’ Jon was quiet, my mind flashed to Nathan, the nice looking big African man who served as my driver and bodygaurd sometimes. I knew Jon was thinking of that. Of course I also knew Nathan. That huge gentle man loved his wife and family, he. Almost, but not quite. "If only Helen could let herself go that way," he thought to himself, unaware of the fact that he had never really given her the chance to do so.He continued to watch through the two-way mirror, unable to keep from fondling his own hardening cock as the orgiastic activities reached a feverish pitch.In the other room, Helen began to roll her naked buttocks high up behind her in a circulating movement, constricting her wildly flaring cunt muscles on the hot, fleshy cock. "Help me please," Hanna said softly. "What did you do?" Rick asked as he began to laugh. "My little sis is into BDSM." "Ricky?" I'm sorry, sis, but you have to admit this is funny. "I have got to get a picture of this." Nooooooo." So, what seems to be the problem?" I can't get the knot loose." Hanna said almost laughing.Rick's humor put her at ease and a sense of relief came over her.Rick untied the rope at the headboard giving him some slack to loosen the knot."Please, don't tell Mom." You. Every chance she was in a car she begged to drive. 'Come on practice makes perfect...' she begged. After a while Tasha felt her skills were good enough, and whatever she couldnt do she'd pick up along the way. Tasha decided to take her dad's car for a ride. She picked up her girlfriends Traci & Loni for a ride around town. Traci said to stop by her boyfriend's house for a min, so Tasha did. Traci went up to talk to her boyfriend Dennis and he suggested that Monique and Loni come inside for a.