Holding your hands above your head I hook them onto the door frame. Your stretched, but not quite far enough. The other cuffs go on your ankles, and t...o each side of the door frame. Now with your legs open you’re nearly on your tip toes. This makes your legs look twice as long. Lots of skin exposed for me to consume. I kiss your neck, and trace down your shoulder and around your waist. Your nipples hard in the dim light. I give each one a small squeeze that makes your ass tense. Crack! O, you. This was what he thrived on, and while Ryan had turned out to be one of the nicest guys I ever met, he was still pretty much an animal at heart.'What did you call us, bubba?' he asked casually. 'My hearing is still a little out from having your mother sit on my face all last night.'Jimmy's face reddened in a mixture of rage and incredulity, 'Do you want to die?'Ryan grinned, 'Of course not, she still owes me money.'The mother jokes were never going to go out of fashion. There was some muffled. My wife isa very down to earth woman and is open to my needs.On a few occassions while we would have our usual drinks on a late Saturday nights we would share some of our fantasies and for my wifeit's mostly having sex in romantic places with beautiful settings.My fantasies are sexual buta bit more on the wild side.However, my wife was a bit shocked at my main fantasy of having hotand wild sex with a young virgin maybe about 13-16 years of age.At first she was a bit concerned but after careful. Lisa came downstairs, saw Mike leaning forward in his chair, a look of intense concentration on his face. "Snyder again?" she said. Lisa thought Mike's crusade against Snyder a little ridiculous. How could Jay Snyder be a crook? She saw his name in the newspaper nearly every week, and always associated with some charity or other, or with the names of the wealthiest and most respected citizens of Los Angeles. Jay Snyder a criminal? Hardly."Yeah," said Mike, "Snyder again. I'm going to get that.