I was still standing there with a fistful of ties in my hand, when she turned around to face me directly, casually brushing the dangling bra off her arms. My eyes went immediately to her naked t**s. Mrs. Robinson has nice t**s. They’re big, but not too big, and they don’t stick out like they do on some girls with big boobs. No, hers are sort of soft and floppy; two slightly flattened mounds that wobble when she moves, like now when she was bending over to run her black lace panties down her legs. She stepped free of the inky puddle of silk as she explained what she wanted me to do.
She would get on the bed, and lay flat on her stomach. She showed me how she wanted me to wrap the ties around her wrists and ankles and then stretch her out, tying her arms over her head and her spread-open le
