I was really bored with my lot in life and asked myself “Is this all there is”?When I met my first lover we just talked on the Internet about diff...rent subjects at first but it eventually turned to sex talk and then sex became the primary subject. It really turned me on a lot. I loved it. I wasn’t getting any sex at home but this filled the bill to a certain point.Oh God! How he got me horny just by saying he had his hard cock in his hand, and that I should see it. I told him he should see my. Tonight started breath play. Let me explain.You see sometimes we will every now and then play around with breath play. He will use his hands, or a scarf or even his belt but never really going too far. Ohh but tonight changed everything.We were driving back to his place and of course I am being a good girl by keeping my hand on his cock, caressing and teasing and squeezing it. As he was driving, he ran over a hole and I suggested he check it out which he did.. When he came back inside the. His name is Bill Anderson though that name will not mean anything to you. He is the man who pulled me from the wrecked SUV after the hurricane saving me. I went with him for the rest of that day and into the evening. Bill is an amateur radio operator with a call sign issued by the FCC of WR4L. I remember it because he allowed me to transmit some reports during that long, eventful day. He has been up here and has impressed my staff with his helpful activity as he had me in that other situation.. Wait – I looked down and was shocked beyond speech. There was Marta, kneeling in front of my door, stark naked, with a blindfold over her eyes, a ball gag in her mouth, her arms apparently bound behind her, her ankles locked together, her knees spread, with a long dildo stretching from her vagina to the floor, and I heard an oscillating buzzing noise. She was trembling and breathing hard.It was almost as if some pornographer had kidnapped her, bound her, and dumped her at my door. I was.