However, it's not all doom and gloom. I walk her home and she invites me inside, it's very utilitarian and quiet. She'd lost her husband some years pr...or and I think she needed some hot, manly, rough love. I ask her if she's okay, she replies "I wouldn't mind some company, especially from a handsome young man such as yourself." We go inside and she brings out some more drinks and a couple of Carltons' she seductively sucks on the cigarette and drags her round arse on my end of the seat and she. His mind suddenly snapped back to his drink, collecting himself as he mixed the cola with the alcohol. “Ok,” He said, still feeling red. “Truth or dare?”“Truth.” I picked.He stared at me. It felt like forever, but in reality it was probably only like 10 seconds, but he kept on staring at me. It wasn’t sexually which frustrated me a little, but more like as if he was looking for something. “DId you masturbate in my room earlier?” He asked me out of nowhere. My heart stopped. I could feel the. I untied him and took the tape off of his mouth. He tried to ask, what his wife was doing here. I slapped him hard across the face and told him he didn’t get to question me. I then took the panties from his cock and pushed them to his nose and told him this is what he was missing. Mary watched us intently."Undress your Mistress, my pathetic slave," I ordered.He had done it many times before and slowly lifted my dress over my head. I, of course, wasn’t wearing any underwear and Mary’s eyes lit. I cry, tears leaking from my eyes in a steady streams soaking into the blindfold at my temples, and repeat “it hurts, please stop, don’t it hurts”. He leans his weight onto his elbow and snakes his hand under my right shoulder tangling his fingers in my shoulder length hair and pulls until I arch my back trying to relieve the sting in my scalp, this tilts my hips so that now every slide in and out his hard dick rubs against the inner walls of my fuck hole. He leans close and tells me “I don’t.