Jen carefully stepped off the steps onto the floor, her bare feet not protected from the cold slimy mud like Brad's were.Jen carefully stepped off the steps onto the floor, her bare feet not protected from the cold slimy mud like Brad's were. The mud felt cool and slimy as it squished between her toes with each step she took. Each time she lifted a foot to step it made a sucking sound as the mud reluctantly allowed her foot to lift. She looked down as she stepped and saw the mud came at least and inch over her ankles, it gave her chills just thinking about it. Brad led her to the washer and dryer where he helped her to step up onto the 8 inch raised platform, "It keeps the machines out of the water," he explained to her. He stepped up with her and they began to kiss, his hands roaming every inch of her firm chilled bod. She jumped, startled, as Brad ripped her bikini off and pushed her forward, forcing her to bend at the waist over the dryer. Brad spread her legs and pulled her hands behind her back in one smooth motion. Taking some rope that was hanging on the wall, he tied her wrists together, and using the extra rope he tied the rope around her waist so that she couldn't move her arms. He ripped the bikini bottoms off and knelt to lick the crack of her ass and dripping pussy, she grunted and looked back at him as he ripped the bottoms off. Jen groaned and watched Brad as he caressed and fondled her body. "Jen, I need you to be honest with me. Are you want to try some bondage stuff? You know, sorta like in the movie?" Brad asked. Jen looked back at him, her face flush and her heart pounding out a million beats per second, her stomach fluttering as her senses were over ridden by the hot, uncontrollable desire that burned within her. |