Instead she was wearing a red one, even smaller - if that were possible - than the other.Instead she was wearing a red one, even smaller - if that were possible - than the other. The bottom covered less than half of each tawny cheek of her ass, and when she turned to face me I could see her nipples standing out sharply through the filmy material and the lips of her pussy pressing tightly against the crotch of her bikini bottom. Despite my nervousness, my cock began to salute the vision in front of me. "You like it, I see," Cheryl said. "I don't get to wear it as often as I'd like to," she added almost wistfully. Then she turned all business. "I have a little surprise for you tonight," she said. "I want you on the bed from the start this time." I clutched my cock in one hand and my balls in the other, and lay down across the end of her bed, as I had last Tuesday. "Not like that - up in the middle, with your arms out in front of you," she instructed. I obeyed, releasing my genitals and stretching my arms out as I sidled away from the foot of the bed. Cheryl bent down in front of me, giving me a magnificent view of her delectable tits as she reached under the bed. She sat back on her haunches, holding an elastic cord about three feet long - the kind some people use to strap luggage on the racks on the back of sports car trunk lids - with metal hooks on each end, and began to wrap it around my wrists. "What's that for?", I protested. "I'm not going anywhere." "Just a little extra precaution," Cheryl answered grimly. She stretched the cord as she wrapped it four or five times around my wrists, clamping them together, and then fastened the hook on the other end of the cord to some part of the bed frame. Cheryl stood up and walked around the foot of the bed. |