.." she says softly to no one. Her sex must have called to him, somehow, in her desirous stupor. A door creaks on its hinges in their bedroom. Knees ...kimbo, a rumpled sheet still at work on the juncture between her thighs, she glances over her shoulder. He meets her eyes. She can hear the sound of his bag being dumped, the impatient thump of shoes onto floorboards, a zipper and the dull thud of cloth. In a moment, his arms are either side of her splayed form. Body heat reaches out to cover. Even drunk he knew what to do, he thrust his dick inside her up to his balls, and started fucking the shit out of her. She was still out of it, but she started moaning and calling my name, must be dreaming I'm fucking her. I got in bed behind him and started helping him fuck her, my cock sliding between his legs, rubbing against his balls. I can feel his balls getting tight, and I know he's going to cum soon. I rub some spit on my cock and angle my body so the head is touching his asshole. I. Then she re-considered. Part of what had turned her on so much was the feeling of helplessness, kind of like being the damsel in distress. She recalled how much she enjoyed it when the boys in her neighborhood played Cowboys and Indians and she got to play the Indian princess who got captured and tied up by the Cowboys, or the Cowgirl who got captured and tied up by the Indians. She had heard about people who were into bondage, but had never even considered what she would do if she actually met. She makes her own uniforms and shedoes a great job keeping the place in order. If she pushes you thenyou'll just have to be more forceful with her." They were lying close to one another and Marie started playingwith him. He started getting hard fast. She noticed, and said thatif he was getting hard faster than ever, it must be the silknightgown he had on. He said he was just reacting to her playing. Soon she mounted him the way she always did. When they were done Marie said, "You know I have.