"You're a kinky man, Mr Clegg," Angela smiled. "And you owe me a new pair of stockings. You've ruined them tying them around my wrists like that. Stil...l, it was fun. I've never been tied up for sex before."Clegg smiled back. You've joined a elite group, he thought, there's not many women tied up by me that end up getting loose again. "Not even with Strangways?" he said. "Or is it the other way round with him?" Does he look like a playful man to you?" Angela asked."Maybe not," said Clegg."Maybe. They knew I dreamed about fucking their friends but also knew I would never do anything.They would invite their friends over and make sure I would catch them undressing. If I was by the pool when they were out tanning with their friends, they would rub each other down with oil, but rubbing in places they knew would send me to my room in a hurry.At school I was always ignored, not beaten or anything, just ignored. Everybody in school knew I was the brother of the most popular girls, so they left. Powers...”I cut Cathy off and said, “Stop right there. From now on, the both of you will call me Allen. Though when others are nearby, it’s Mr. Powers.”“Okay, Allen,” they said in unison.“Go on Cathy, you were going to say something before I interrupted.”“First, if I’m going to call you Allen, then you can call me Cat. Second, I’ve never felt so full and stretched as I did with your big, thick cock,” she said and gave me a kiss on the cheek.“Wait until he fucks your cute ass and blows his load. Finally I see her coming tothe door. She's wearing a short black leather mini-skirt, black pantyhoseand black patent pumps with four inch heels, she has on what appears tobe a black corset that is embroidered. I know that corset, it's the onefrom Fredrick's of Hollywood! I know because I order clothes from theresometimes and I get the catalog. Her short brown hair is pulled back andshe is wearing more make up than normal. She opens the door and invitesme in. I enter like a sheep going to.