Unbuckling the manacles, I massaged her wrists, restoring warmth and blood flow to those poor abused appendages. She was Julie’s mom and sort of served as my Mom now. She invited me to her house and even to dinner. By the time the food was on the table it felt like Jodie had become very comfortable with my bumbling and timid behavior. I also got some more sensible items…a few pairs of jeans and more durable shirts for working around the house and in the barn…a couple of nightdresses that were simple enough that an untutored girl my age might believe they were modest, even though they were anything but. He did try to hide his own attraction to the beautiful young woman and he was very proper but to have to deny being attracted to beauty and confidence is not a position I would put anyone in and felt no jealousy. We had dinner and watched Netflix and talked. “ ooowww” she moaned into the panty gag as her body tensed and her pussy dripped. These people had made me welcome in their home.
