"Well, i always remember the time you let me handcuff you.........." you suggest quietly.
"But baby we've not got those anymore" syas Jess, but slowly warming to your theme you say "Well, we could improvise a little, nothing too extreme, just a little tying up maybe?"
Jess grins "OK, what'll we use?"....................
You stand behind Jess, her hands are crossed behind her back, just above her tight pert ass. Taking one her stockings that you've brought from her dresser you tie her wrists together, hearing her breathing rise just a little.
Standing in front of her you can see a little nervousness in her eyes, but slowly fold up the silk knickers into a small square, "Wha" she manages before you pop them between her teeth, then quickly fix them in place with another stocking tied around her head. She mumbles a little but keeps her teeth firmly clneched on the knickers. She pleads a little with her eyes but you firmly, but not, tightly fix another stocking around her neck, a piece dangling down her back - it's no problem to join that to her wrists and pull them upwards. She grunts.
Jess is gagged, bound and with her breasts jutting out towards you, her hard nipples betraying her feelings.
Slowly you run your hand down her firm belly and between her legs - moist and warm. Gently you move your palm over her clit and pussy lips as she graons and shifts position, opening herself to give you easier access.
You pull your hand away and tell her to get onto the couch, her ass facing the camera and face buried in pillows. She does as she's told.
Slowly her maasage her buttocks and pull them apart - her pussy lips are already puffy and swollen, glistening with juice that is starting to work its way towards her little rosebud.
Choices, choices?
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