Being as careful as he could, his hands shaking, he gently pulled Cindy's arms above her head, tying them at the wrists, then attaching the clothesline to one end of the heavy coffee table, tying her other arm to the leg of the couch. Cindy had not stirred, and he looked gown, pleased at what he had done.

He was even more careful with her legs. He lifted the one leg from the couch very gently, then spread her legs about three feet apart. Carefully he tied her ankles to the coffee table and the other end of the couch. Cindy moaned in her sleep, frightening him. But she didn't move.

Cindy was now spreadeagled the way he had seen his mother. Now he had to get her skirt up without waking her. But first, Howie removed his clothes, standing between Cindy's thighs, rubbing his balls in one hand, his swollen cock in the other. His eyes gleamed with lust.

He lifted the front of Cindy's skirt, managing to get it up to the waistband of her bikini panties. He couldn't shove it any higher because he would have to lift her ass. But it was high enough. The band of her panties stretched wide over her cunt, but they were so sheer, he could see the mass of blonde cunt hair through them.

Now Cindy couldn't fight him. She was helpless, the way, her father had Howie's mother. He could take all her clothes off, play with her tits, feel her cunt, even. Why, he could fuck her! Fuck Cindy the way he had seen Jack fucking his mother!

Howie's cock throbbed in his hand.

Trembling with excitement, he squatted at her feet, peering between her beautiful young thighs tie wondered how he could get her panties off without waking her up. Then he realized it didn't matter if she did wake up. She couldn't do anything about it.