She could have made do by herself, but she wanted to bind him tighter to her."Jimmy, will you help me into the bathroom?" she asked and gave him a shy... smile. "I need to go to the toilet."Sharing such an intimate act would help, she thought. She remembered something one of her girl friends back home said about how taking a woman to the toilet made some men real horny. It was such a personal and intimate act.She loosened her dress when he helped her up off the sofa..."Please help me get. She does not approve. She warned me that Howard would never accept it. She can't understand why I would want to cheat on him. She sees him as the perfect husband. She's right of course. He is perfect. Too perfect.Why am I so hell-bent on self-destruction? Why do I think I can have my wonderful husband and another man on the side? I don't understand myself. It's not like I haven't had the experience of other men before Howard and I met. I know the difference. I know how much better Howard is. She's a slender woman with bright blue eyes, braided black hair, and almost non existent breasts. Her ass isn't that big either, but it is tight and is nicely curved. As for her character, well... She's extremely assertive, and I haven't seen her crack a smile once since the age of 13. She's always got her nose stuck in a book, and never wants to be interrupted. If she is, kiss your future children goodbye.Then there's my elder brother, Samuel. He's tall, like me, but that's where our. You cry out again only a moment later and I lean against you on the bed, still deep inside of you. You groan deep in your throat when I stand up again. I put my hand on the middle of your back and pull out of you. I check your hands and notice they are fairly cold for such a mild night. I reluctantly retrieve the cuff key from my pocket. As I slide the cuffs from around your wrists, I rub the indentations in your skin with both hands briefly before letting each one free. I pull lightly on one.