She hadn't allowed herself to be bound, but seemed to fall asleep so easily after she had shared an evening meal with her captors, wakening to find he...rself in bondage. That third evening she awoke to find herself naked as well as bound. The bonds were a little tighter. Her conscience told her that this was wrong as her inherent modesty frowned upon nudity, but other feelings told her she could enjoy her nakedness. She couldn't make a logical case out of it, as her body seemed to enjoy the. Well my wife, J, happens to have big, natural, breasts with big pinkish brown nipples. I have noticed him staring at them at times when we are there or visa versa. So we decided to have him over for dinner and wine, and watch some TV. For the occasion, J wore no bra and a rather sheer top, not see thru but her nipples were quite prominent. She had scrub bottoms on, pull down with a drawstring, no panties. John arrived and we had a bottle of wine chilled and ready as he did. We began the evening. ‘Serve the bastard right,’ was one woman’s shout. The villain glared across the footlights at the audience. Then to emphasize Jennifer’s mortification and horror he shuffled quickly once more to snatch the heroine into his arms and kiss her again. Jennifer couldn’t struggle any harder as he again put his lips to hers. He used no tongue this time but he forced her lips open, and he seemed to suck her whole being into his mouth. As if tiring of the kiss, he stormed off stage. The hisses and boos. “Your drying cum is pulling my pussy hair out by the roots. I need to wash off my snatch.”“That water is very cold.”“I don’t care; I can’t take any more pussy hair pulling.”I turned around to see Megan stripping. “To be perfectly honest with you Jake, my pussy needs a good scrubbing as well.”“Just remember, I told you it would be cold.”Both girls walked into the water just over waist deep. They both screamed and squealed about how cold it was but continued to rub their hands over their bodies.