He didn’t mean to look his eyes just fell there. “Sorry” Jean said again with a shy smile.Īnna waved a hand in the high – who cares – and rushes towards her with a squeak.Īs Jean met her embrace and squealed, Richie felt a tinge of shame run over his body. He instantly averted his eyes, looking down at his and Anna’s Welcome Home mat beneath his feet, and waited for Jean to finish.
#BDSM BALL GAG DROOL FULL#
“Sorry, but, ugh, I think I dropped food down my boobs.”īefore Richie could catch his gaze, it fell down to Jean’s cleavage in full view, with the slightest hint of a light blue bra. Suddenly Jean froze and bent over, her hands hooking under the straps of her tank top and shaking it gently. She was cute, Richie found himself thinking as he stood in the doorway besides Anna, in a tomboyish-girl-next-door kinda way. Her curly dark brown hair was draped down over her shoulders and across the front of her white tank top. Jean stepped out of the car first, wearing plain blue jeans and a white tank top that accentuated her full figure. She probably suspects as much anyway.”Īt 2:13PM, long after the house was cleaned and Anna was dressed, Jean and Michael pulled into their driveway. If they find the odd toy, I’m sure it’ll come as no surprise to J. Anna resumed leaning against the doorframe. They were back to Anna and Richie now, not Sir and Pet. “Was there anything else hidden somewhere that we should move just in case?” Then Richie turned back to the chest behind him. Their eyes met a moment – searching one another. Richie nodded and crossed the distance between them. Differently to how it was just seconds ago.
3, her blonde hair let down as ordered and running down behind her shoulders, her ice blue eyes now looking at him quizzically.Īnna’s cheeks flushed red and she stood straight, hands folding behind her back. Richie could see her light pink areola from behind the dangling chain and took in the sight of her as she leaned against the doorframe, his eyes traveling along the shape of her, from her feet to her hips to her bare shoulders. From the collar itself hung a silver chain that ran down to her chest to her tormented nipples. It was him who gave her the order to wear the nipple clamps.Īnna emerged in the doorway, wearing nothing but a collar. Richie knew what the sound was instantly. The sound of chains clinking came from down the hallway, growing louder by the second. Richie took a glance at his phone that was on the table in the study – 12:43pm. “2PM depending on traffic.” Came Anna’s voice from down the hallway.
#BDSM BALL GAG DROOL FREE#
Richie dumped the chest by the foot of the bed and felt the immediate relief hit his free arms.
#BDSM BALL GAG DROOL TV#
To the left of the couch was a computer desk with his MacBook set up and ready to stream for the night should he get the itch to watch TV and be too lazy to move to the lounge room. Inside there was a couch against the wall, folded out and made up for the night to come. To the right of this spare bedroom was the study room. Richie rose to his feet, hugging the chest and exiting the spare bedroom. Richie jokes to her that they’re already like an old married couple but he doesn’t really mind because he knows it means Anna will get her rest. Thus, Richie was assigned the task of packing up the chest full of BDSM toys left in their spare bedroom and moving it into the study, where he, himself, was currently sleeping.Īs it turns out, he snores wildly and that’s a fact that interrupts Anna’s sleep. They were stopping through in their hometown of Glendale on their way to NSW and Anna had invited them to stay two nights. The THEY in question was Anna’s childhood friend Jean and her high school sweetheart Mike. “What time were they coming again?” He called out to his girlfriend of six years, Anna, who was in the kitchen and wiping down the benches there. Richie snapped shut the antique chest full of BDSM toys and let out a sigh.
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