his wife. It was hot seeing Mrs. Armstrong trussed up in ropes. It made my pussy wet just thinking about it. "Got it, Yunie," my girlfriend said, bursting into our bedroom. It was my childhood bedroom, but now we both shared it. It was a little cramped, but that was life in Clint's harem. Despite owning three houses, things could get crowded with his children darting around. "Ready!" I nodded my head, a heat fluttering through me as my girlfriend thrust her hand into the