Deep ragged breaths were drawn in and I let them out as slowly as I could, my heart hammering in my chest. I was sore, and slightly tired from the fuc...ing, but one look over at the woman beside me had all of that disappearing. I grinned over at her as I reached down to untie her ankles and wrists, letting the belts pull free before tossing them onto the floor. She rubbed her wrists and ankles, the leather having bit into her skin slightly, but not enough to cause lasting pain and she gave me a. Her reticence was partly out of embarrassment, although she knew the news of her third marriage’s demise would all come out and she would soon be the butt of the Press’s smutty jokes for a while. So April made her way back to Charles de Gaulle Airport and quietly tried to get herself a flight back. She was not recognised, but then why would she be in France? She was put on standby and eventually managed to squeeze into a spare seat early the next morning. Then she travelled by train into. She’d lost our last challenge when she had declared another woman couldn’t bring her to orgasm, she’d been a good sport about that one. She was bound to be a good sport about this one too, whichever way the cards fell for us. This is how I came upon the virgin BDSM flesh before me. I had bound her wrists to the pole that masqueraded as a support beam in my bedroom. Her hourglass figure trembled slightly in anticipation. She said she was fat, I thought she was the epitome of womanly. I seen him swimming by himself in Lily Lake tonite. He dint have no clothes on and man, is he ever hung. I thought Dan was big but Bill is huge! He's tryin to get that prissy Rachael but I bet he aint gonna get her. She's too religious. I wonder if he notices me? I'd like to show him that I'm not too religious. I would give him a lot more fun than reading the Bible. Damn! I think he's gonna get into her. She looks at him like she was a little puppy waiting to be petted. I wonder if she knows.