“Get over here and take those jeans off.”Tara pulled my crotch close to her face and unbuttoned my fly. She reached behind me and slid my jeans do...wn over my boxers. My penis was already getting stiff and my boxers stuck out.“Mmmm…” Tara said as she grabbed my growing cock through the sheer fabric of my boxers, massaging my member with one hand and sliding her other hand up my leg beneath my underwear to fondle my testicles. “Do you want me to look at the camera while I suck you off?” she. Hell, he was even the type to wear underwear below his swim trunks! He would wear dirty ones before he went without. She knew he wasn't out as she had just done all their laundry the day before! Yet here she was... rubbing his leg and no underwear!"I'm wearing the underwear you put in my drawer!" he said quietly into her ear. She wasn't sure what he was talking about. He only ever wore boxer briefs that came half way down his leg. And he would roll them up his leg if his swim shorts were too. " And he left the room. I felt that I had reached the point of no return now in any case and that I didn't have a clue how I'd get out of the building even if I had wanted to, so I sipped my beer and waited.I don't know where he went - presumably to one of the other rooms; I don't think I wondered what he was up to; but I was genuinely surprised when he returned, dressed in full leather, jacket, jeans and boots, a pair of handcuffs dangling from the left hand side of his belt, and a glint of. He grunted a positive yes to this question.Did he want to fuck my ass? Would he let me suck his cock? Again, both responses were in the positive.His cock was almost bursting the fly on his jeans.We pulled up outside my house and he pulled me toward him, pawing my exposed breasts. Forcing his tongue down my throat he rubbed my hairless mound. My legs opened wide for him to access my pussy. His index finger slid into my opening as his thumb circled my clitoris.The streetlight at my drive showed.