I knelt to his side and slowly traced my finger around his chest and lower stomach as I spoke “it seems IV already made your cock hard, does it turn... you on being restricted this way” I took the last bit of Oily rope I had and wrapped it around my fingers, I grabbed Alex cock and started to wank him on one side of his cock he could fell me soft hand and on the other he could feel the rope, he breath deepened and it wasn’t long till a steady steam of pre-cum was oozing from his cock head, I moved. Perhaps more important was what I was wearing underneath. David always appreciates the effort and I even feel sexy, when I wear a garter belt, and stockings under my street clothes when in public (we’ll consider our house “public” for this event due to the number of his friends coming over).As long as I didn’t bend over, my skirt hid the white lace garters and the tops of my white hose. I caught several of his buds stealing a glance my way, and sidebar comments to my husband all evening. They. . she had been a professional stripper and secondly, she got off on turning men on. Her mouth was open as she stared at my big hard-on, and her wet tongue was out licking her lips. Mmmm.. yes, she was as aroused as I was. She wanted me in her mouth. She loved sucking men and being fucked.. she loved it. I just could not believe this was happening to me. In broad daylight and especially in this quaint, sleepy town. She came up to the fence and raised her knee against it, rubbing me up and down. This was the moment that my dad’s hand would come firmly down on my backside. Fuck, I wanted this so badly. It had all started about two weeks ago. I had never been an unruly child, but I was never that innocent either. Every day, or so it seemed, I would do something that would upset my Dad; something that would cause him to ‘have a word’, as he put it. It was pissing me off, big time.Perhaps it was my age. At sixteen, things were happening to me: hormones, sexuality, life, it was probably all.