With her hands secured behind her back, her plump tits were being forced out even more. "Oh," she said, her eyes big. Heather reached out and cupped and squeezed both Tammy tits.
"You always had a nice lap to sit on," mused Trish. "God what was that game we used to play?" "Game?" I said casting my mind back. "You know the one where you tried to throw the other off the sofa," she said.
The house was quiet now but she hoped there was somebody else awake. She strained to hear footsteps on the landing outside her door and at last she heard them. She pulled her nightie up around her neck, opened her legs wide and waited for her lover to arrive.