Es traha jindgi chalti rahi. Jab me or meri ma sote the tomeri ma apne hath meri peeth par rakh deti or mein apne hath ma ki peeth par rakh kar sota t...ha. Jab mei so jata tha tomeri ma apni vhut ko mere land se ragad deti thi or mera land utejit ho kaya karta tha. Ek raat ko mera njght fall ho gaya jab mein subah utha to mein dar gaya or apni ma ko dikhaya to meri ma bahoot khush huee or kahne lagi beta tu ab bada ho gaya hai or roj raat ko mere sone ke baad mere underwear mei hath dalkar. This meant that it was just Linda and I in the house. I was lying on my bed, touching myself under the sheets, and listening to the radio. Linda stepped into the doorway, looking as hot as ever, and asked me to follow her. I quickly slid my cock back in my pants and went after her. She started leading me across the third floor of my house, and then began talking in a flirty, seductive voice. My eyes were glued to her tight little butt packed nicely in a pair of blue jeans, and I am sure. It was the window cleaner, of course, it's Wednesday morning. He always comes every other week at 10am Wednesday mornings.Two weeks later, just before 10am on Wednesday morning, Tom was back at work and I was alone in the house. I went to the kitchen and tied rope around the table legs, put on a blindfold and gag and lay across the table as before. I just wrapped the ropes around my wrists and held the ends in my hands. And waited. (I didn't bother about tying my ankles.) After a few minutes I. . formal?" "Not formal... god forbid! It's bad enough that you're calling me sir; contrary to popular opinion, I haven't yet been knighted. My name's Peter... my friends call me Peter, but you can call me Peter." She grinned. "I'm Kimberly... and unfortunately, I have to call you sir. The boss is pretty strict about maintaining formal relationships with customers." "That does raise an interesting question though, doesn't it, Kimberly... is it Kimberly, or Kim?" "Kimberly." "Kimberly... how are.