"You ARE the man of the house, after all." She smiled and kissed me softly, then gathered up her blazer and called up the stairs "Have a good day, Pai...ge!" She shot me one last smile as she went out the door.I leaned back against the counter, a grin on my face. I turned around to put my cereal bowl in the sink and almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a voice say "EWWWWW!!!" Paige was standing right there, her wet hair cascading down the back of her neck, wearing nothing but a towel."Paige!. My penis got harder in its cage. My balls hurt a bit. After what seemed just a minute, i looked at the clock to discover we were on his couch now for almost an hour. He'd been fingering me for over fifteen, twenty minutes, and my ass was starting to get excited by his finger massage. He lifted me up, and carried me upstairs to his bed, on which i was thrown. The ruffles, satin and lace of my servitude dress were all around and over my head, and i like the flowery smell of clean, stainless,. It was amazing how hard he could jerk that rag. Another thing he would do when he would tug is bite the rag closer to my hand in order for him to get a better grip. Sometimes he would nip my fingers and I would either let go of the rag or reach around and grab the other end and keep tugging. Once he accidently drew blood and I didn’t play tug with him for a long while after that.My friend and I were really worried, because Cindy and Mike had left around nine am that morning and it was well. Most of the drive would be on along a narrow two-lane highway and as luck would have it we got stuck in a long line of stalled traffic for nearly half an hour due to an accident. We found ourselves trapped between two semi-trucks on a desolate two-lane road with traffic blocked in both directions. Luckily, the desert weather in September was nice and we left the windows down, but due to our isolated location, the radio was playing more static than music and I could tell CJ was getting.