She lightly rubbed her finger up one side and then down the other side. Susan then took her finger and scratched with her finger nail lightly down the... center of the bulge in my pants. When Susan reached the ridge where the head of my cock met the shaft she scratched the ridge over and over from one side of the bulge to the other. The sensation of her fingernail lightly scratching my cock through my pants was incredibly sensual and it was driving me wild. I leaned my head back in ecstasy and. Enjoy.Part 1“Victoria fucking did it again!” I fume, skipping the formalities of greeting Lewis as I let myself into his apartment. He knew I was coming and I have the spare key.“No shit? Alright. You know where the beer is.” Lewis always had beer in the fridge. For all of his faults, he could be relied on for that.“That’s what I came for,” I say ruefully.“And to bitch about your boss, I'm guessing.”I pop the refrigerator open and grab the first bottle I see. I pop it and take a swig, glancing. Part of me wanted to push her away, but I couldn’t. I rested my hands on her soft hips. She took my hands and placed them on her buttocks, squeezing them, as she let out a soft moan.‘What do you think?” she whispered between kisses.“I think,” I replied in a broken sentence, interrupted and punctuated by her kisses, “that . . . I’d . . . .like . . .to . . .show you . . . .that . . . .bed.”“I thought you’d say that,” Rhonda replied, taking my hands and placing them on top of her t-shirt and. I grabbed her right hand pulled her to her bed. She gave no resistance and didn't try to protest as I had her kneel on the mattress, facing the headboard.Her bed had a solid rectangular headboard with inch wide pipe over the tope and curved corners. I took the brown silk ribbons out of her hair and tied her hands to the pipe. During all this, Sharon did not make a word of protest.My sister turned her head and looked back at me in fear."Do you know what I am going to do?" I asked.I think she.