He used his hands to spread her butt slightly and placed a thirsty kiss on her pussy lips, right where her hole peeked out. She was getting wet alread...y and this pleased him. He could feel his cock beginning to rise.Standing again, he retrieved a pair of black Velcro cuffs and fastened them on her ankles. Then running a short length of rope through the ring on the cuff, he tied that ankle to the leg of the bed. He did the same thing on the left, and now she stood with her legs spread wide. Her. " Charlie practically flew out of his clothes. But the next message froze him. "Make it up to me." What the fuck does that mean??" Make it up to me. Make me forgive you."Charlie sat still on his couch, butt naked and holding his phone in one hand and a marker in the other. He felt an overwhelming urge to make Sam feel better, and finally chose to write, "Sorry, Sam," along his cock, with a cute little sad face following it. He sent a picture, and waited.Five minutes. Ten minutes. Seventeen. She pushed my head away and reached down to tug my shorts off. I peeled the swimsuit down over her hips and down her legs feeling her kick it off, pushing me down onto the bed. I lay on my back and she climbed on top of me, assuming all fours but turning around so her head was facing my toes and her beautiful ass was facing me. She lowered her head to my belly and I felt her hair tickle my stomach as she kissed me and licked my skin before moving in on my cock. I propped my head up on my. You know?"She rolled her eyes and gave her hair a flick, and then burst out laughing. "Relax, Denise. You really are getting it right. The sentiments are a little bit confusing. At any rate, it's a big ocean and there's plenty of nice big plump fish, but I just don't feel like going out trawling tonight. Staying here and having some wine and chatting and maybe watching a movie, that sounds like a heaven of a night to me right now."She picked up her glass and had a sip, then wandered over to the.