I climbed in and sank into the warmth. I was a little sore butfelt so good. I couldn't get the thought of the dildo out of my mindand regretted not ...aving shopped before I came home. Wouldn't that have looked odd? A woman dressed to the nines buying adouche and lubricant at 10:30 in the morning. I guess it was just aswell I came home.I finally got out and toweled off. I decided to dress as a working girlfor the day. I put my waist cincher on, vowing to buy more of them. Iput on a normal. . and all she had to do was let him stick his thing into her. Ugh!It hadn't always been that way. As a schoolgirl she'd had the conventional romantic fantasies of swooning and melting away in some man's arms, of getting married and living in an ivy-covered cottage, of having kids and backyard barbecues, and all the rest. But, reality got in the way. Sex. Horrid, unclean, messy sex.She had lost her virginity the night of the Junior Prom. Her date had been very insistent. And very clumsy. It had. Then I understood. I started asking many questions about that and she also answered frankly. After some time she went to the kitchen to prepare coffee.I was in full mood by now with her frank talk, and I had a tent in my pant. I followed her to the kitchen and stood silent for a min looking at her from behind. I was not able to control myself. I kept my face near her neck and breathed heavily. My warm air was fully touching her neck. She turned towards me and touched my chin and told that was a. You can feel the rope pressing tight against your skin. You can no longer move your arms.I take the rope retrace its path from behind your back, but this time around the right side of your body. I lay the rope under your breasts this time. I slide it up underneath your breasts to the point were you can feel the rope tighten against the crease where the underneath of your breasts meet your chest. I guide it around the left side of your body and loop it around the same piece of rope that.