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 indian motion, she pulled both of my hands behind the chair, and quickly desi had them locked in place, the sound of handcuffs being fairly unique. I lift it up on them and immediately I noticed they were run through one of the slacks in the back of the chair, I was attached. 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 MILF 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." As I pulled out, she led me to our bathroom with one hand and grabbing a strand of my cum that was dangling from my cock with the other. More cheers came from the audience, some louder than others for obvious reasons. After she left I asked the girls “do you want me to join you in the tub?” There was a chorus of yes and sure so I stripped off and lowered myself into the water that was starting to get warm. The egg was still purring away and I wondered how many times it would make me cum, and how many electric shocks it would give me before I finished. “Okay, yes, I liked it.” She paused for a moment before saying, “it sounded like Brian was really giving it to you.” She had blonde hair worn in a ponytail, desi blue eyes, B-cup breasts that were a little too anxious to get over the edge of her tight blouse, and was wearing a pear of leggings that were a size too small. I had a lot running through my head, as I knocked on the door of that shitty apartment, indian on the west end of San Muerte. It was a least 8 inches long but the width that was gigantic. Grinning widely. Understand?" and Katin answers: "Yes, Sir!." Steve's words yesterday, mentioning if I ever thought what my life would be like if I wasn't open about being bi, had affected me. I had this strange dream of saying goodbye to Marissa on the airport, too scared to do more than give her a friendly hug while feeling so ashamed for cheating on Steve. He has to kneel before me and serve me. If he says no and refuses to come back, then you will return to me and know that I own you. “Would you like to do it again,” he asked with a huge smile. It is about a 200 yard shot, and as I watch through the scope, I can see a small black hole appear about an MILF inch above where I aimed as a spray of red exits behind her. Dako San looked at me and shook his head. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, and maybe she too was playing a game of ‘he doesn’t think I know this, how should I react.’ It’s a shame neither of us were English majors; we would have loved the dramatic irony. I am still waiting for a messenger from the sheriff a few days after the battle.