Was it my Sunday School teacher on the bed? “What are those for?” the woman purred.“Ties to bind your naughty hands,” Daddy said. “I don't w...ant you taking off your blindfold before I'm ready.”“Mmm, and a blindfold to drive me wild. You are amazing, Gary,” the woman moaned, purring her delight. It was so sensual, so wanton. This woman exuded sex. I couldn't think of anyone I knew who acted this wanton. Maybe I didn't know her at all.How disappointing.I could see Daddy moving on the bed, blocking. I settled the sensitive underside against her bottom lip and reached forward for the last two fasteners.As the shirt fell open, I stepped over her face, my balls on her lips, and ran my hands over the stretched lace that covered her tits. Through the white lace I could see the faint outline of her beautiful areole. Pale pink, oval shaped, and tiny in comparison to the ample swell of her breasts, they were the thing that i most loved about her tits. I covered each cup with a hand and moved. We would probably need a few more bedrooms eventually so we may as well do it all at once so it won't look like the additions were pieced on.Something else we found was that my four got along fantastically with his four, so there was liable to be some crossing of the paths. That suited Tara just fine.It would be at least a year before we could pack up and move, so we just cooled our jets while Terrance, the architect, consulted with Bob's architect to get a basic idea of what we wanted then. They attract expressive clientele don’t you think?’ ‘I wouldn’t know. I only go to places serving real coffee.’ Whew, thought Annie. That was a close one, almost brawling with her boss on day one. Hannah stopped at the doorway to her suite and called,’ Oh Annie I almost forgot to tell you. Please remember I am recording our conversations and am likely to use extracts in my new novel, without acknowledgements of course. This is a secret just between we two. I need to spice up and modernize.