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While in Southern Florida, we were going to go out to a steak house and have a nice dinner without the kids. I wanted to get dressed up but johnny kept insisting that I wear jeans and a T-shirt to a steak house. I guess I took too long because before long I ended up on the bed with my feet tied together and my hands behind my back. I couldn't exactly protest with the wad of mouth packing and the cleave gag holding it in place. The more I wiggled though, the more he seemed to enjoy it.