He looked just about as uncomfortable as I've ever seen him, it was fun. Alex and I then left to get dessert. "Stay right there." I told him. So now I'm sitting in the middle of this room, sitting in a chair that's only marginally comfortable, waiting for a birthday cake I don't want, for people to sing me song I don't like, but Jess seemed to be enjoying this a lot, and I wasn't going to disappoint her. I think she loved planning these things more than anything, and there was no reason to disappoint her. So by now I lost the sport coat I had been wearing, still have the tie on loosely, waiting, wondering a little, waiting more. After what seems like half the evening, but was probably 5 minutes, Jess returned to the room, walked around behind the chair gave a shhh in my ear. And then with an almost unoticeable motion, she sexy pulled both of my hands orgasm behind the chair, and quickly had them locked in place, the clit sound of handcuffs being fairly unique. I lift it up on them and pussy immediately I noticed they were run through one of the slacks in the back of the chair, I was attached. tittyjob He looked sort of cute there, he didn't even struggle that much, it was like he knew it was pointless, and let's be honest, he trusted me. I think there was also something beneficial about being handcuffed to the chair, before he was in the chair ready for something he didn't want, but sitting there completely voluntarily, now he was no longer sitting there voluntarily, it seemed to ease his mind. "Wait right here." I whispered in his ear, I gave it a little lick as I pulled away. he grinned what was a most uncomfortable grin, and I walked out of the room, a little extra wiggle in my step. I turned the lights off as I left, leaving him with little more than moonlight. I return to the kitchen and there was Alex, and she looked good. She was 34 C, but on her short frame, it looked almost voluptuous, with hips that seem perfectly proportioned, she stood there in an emerald green corset that set off her red hair beautifully, and seemed an almost perfect match for her eyes. Black thigh high stockings led down to emerald green pumps that brought her to almost 5 foot 8. We had all gone to the waxing salon earlier that week, my treat, and she chose to leave a small landing strip of orange above, visible now because she wore nothing to cover that area up. She stood in the kitchen chatting with Terry who looked equally as lovely, who seemed to stand tall over Alex. After the waxing salon we had all gone lingerie shopping, again my treat of course. I told the girls Dave's proclivity for stockings and heels, but left everything else up to them. Terry chose a very shear black baby doll that didn't hide very much. Terry had breasts that were endowd with magic, while some women seem to have breast that stand on their own, Terry's seemed so completely uneffected by gravity, they seem to hold her up. Partly a blessing of youth, partly a spectacular calamity of events, they were magnificent. A simple lace garter belt holding up equally black stockings, panties just as shear as the stockings, and some shiny patent leather heels finished her ensemble. I quickly turned around to Alex, who made short work of the zipper on my dress. I stepped out and laid it over the back of a chair in the kitchen. So, she rolled sexy to her back and lifted her legs to be bent and elevated openly. Finally I could hold back no longer and with a strong deep stroke shot my seed deep within Pamela's love hole. “Oh, my gosh,” she moaned. They all lay around the room as they tried to orgasm figure out what to do next. pussy Flashes of my old life exploded through my mind. Especially considering tittyjob I have a little thing for feet. Alexis moved her hands to his broad shoulders. It looked like spiced lamb wrapped up in pita bread with some rice on the side and a large glass of water. With even more interest I looked at the moves of the people in this parkour. I clit refuse to become a monster like that.” The woman on his left sill had him by the jaw, the one on his right by his hair. “See you on Monday!” She called out after me as I opened the door. She was close. The musky scent was intoxicating. Finally, almost an hour later the young male screamed one last time then was silent.