Deborah heard a buzzing from the handheld phone attached to her waist. It was Detective Steven Fuller’s urgent voice. ?Miss Deborah, someone on th...e soccer field must have seen something funny and called 9-1-1. You have four minutes at most.? Suddenly, the male perpetrator seemed to regain his strength. He felt himself being dragged by these two bitches. Who the fuck did they think they were? He stood up and flexed his bulky arms. It was time to show these crazy cunts who was boss. He. Naked, tied, mask on, while my boyfriend was drinking with our neighbor. I could hear them a little bit, shooting the shit, making drinks. I was able to relax fairly well, although it wasn't the most comfortable position. I was straining to hear them talking through the mask, when suddenly the door opened and Chris was saying, here she is, Matt. I thought OMG, he's telling Matt I'm here??? But then Matt said who is she again? Chris replied some slut I've been seeing, who wants to take it from. My computer had just finished booting up when she waddled into the office with my morning coffee. Once again, I got to watch her beautiful big tits jiggle as she walked across the room. I have always loved to watch her big boobs bounce, and it's even more arousing now that those fun sacks are totally exposed.After she deposited my coffee on the desk, she quickly dropped onto her knees, reached forward and unzipped my fly, pulled my now hard cock from its mooring, and wrapped her ruby red lips. Christ, I thought he'd be angry, raving mad. Not calm like this. "I know you're a growing lad, full of vim and vigor as I once was," Dad said, "but you have to get better control of yourself." "Control?" I mustered as much innocence as I could and plastered it onto my face. "Yes. You know what I mean." Dad waved his hand several times, then pointed it around and under the table. "You were starting to show when you came in the kitchen." Despite myself, my face flushed beet red. "I know, I.