Unable to hold it, I gushed into her and with a desperate lunge, I felt I had struck against some part deep inside her. I heard my own voice making so...nds I'd never heard before. As I poured into her, I kept up the piston motion, so delightfully new to me expelling the last drop. Feeling so elated, I had a sense of total relief.Then Connie gave an extended yelp and thrashed under me, her head jerking from side to side, her hips rising as though to drag me even deeper. Briefly, I feared I. He produced ropes from beneath the mattress and, when sure that she was sufficiently spread eagle, began tying each limb securely with the ropes. ‘Struggle for me.’ She did, knowing that it was partially to test his knots and partially for his own pleasure. He enjoyed seeing her helpless like this. ‘Very good. Now… what should I do first?’ His eyes roamed over her body as he considered the possibilities. She could hear him rummaging through their stash of ‘toys’ and setting things out on the. Oh how I wanted to reach out and massage her breasts; if she would have let me, things might have gone farther than just an innocent touch. It all boiled down to one night not too long ago; Jess had what was left of a quarter bag of weed and a pint of Bacardi/ Vodka mix. I supplied the snacks and the drinks to mix with (neither of us ever drank it straight), and she supplied my high. I put on some music as she lit up a joint that she had brought with her and before I could press play, she was. I loaded my 4x4 with the last of my stuff, said good-bye to a few friends, and started the three hour trek from Pennsylvania to Long Island. The roads were pretty clear save for a minor jam up in the Lincoln Tunnel and I wound up pulling into my driveway shortly after 4 that afternoon, a half an hour ahead of schedule. When I walked through the door, my mom, as usual, threw her arms around me while dad, on the other hand, gave me a less invasive hug, told me, “It’s good to have you home”, and.