Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. A short man in an ugly plaid jacket was smiling at her.
He was a regular at Lenny's. She remembered him telling one of her girlfriends that he owned "five gas stations". Lalani sighed, her chest heaving in the white cashmere sweater. Alyssa chuckled. This wouldn't be the night for Lalani's hubby to earn his "squirt" Sorry Cary, I'm not bringing this one home Cary moved again in the clothes closet His hands and feet bound behind him, he'd been trapped on his knees for seven hours now, and his penis was swelling against the chastity tube God it hurt, though the precum seemed to lubricate the tight area around his frenum And there was this horrible fox coat that belonged to Lalani's bitch of a mother right in his face!
It made him sneeze, repeatedly. While serving his beautiful wife eggs Florentine in bed that morning, Lalani had informed Cary that he should leave work at noon, and return home, and clean the living room and all the bathrooms About three that afternoon, John Wells, a former golf caddy of Cary's, now dating Lalani, had come over, and apologetically asked Cary to strip. Moore, but Lalani told me that I'm supposed to tie you up naked in the closet.
Man, she says if I don't, she'll cancel our trip to Cancun this spring. Oh, yes Cary had seen the charge for two tickets on his Visa Gold Undressing before the kid and getting tied up was horribly humiliating,watching the little bastard smirk at his tube The usual closet stay was only four hours or so Last week was worse in a way, though, Lalani had given him an assignment to eat laundry soap chips out of a dog bowl filled with water hard to bend down while bound and when he only ate half of them, gagging and then throwing them up, Lalani'd blistered Cary's bottom with his father's old razor strop Cary heard footsteps outside the closet door.
Was it her? His cock swelled, painfully. The door opened, and Cary shut his eyes tight against the rush of electric brightness Five seven, large breasts pushing against a tight cashmere turtleneck, tucked into a micro leather miniskirt he'd given her for her last birthday.
