I was left behind with my thoughts. On the first day I thought only about how difficult it was for me to say it aloud, how scared I was of it. I paced...around the empty flat the whole day, made cups of tea to calm me down and then forgot them lying around with only a few sips drunk. I slept little that night. On the second morning I wished I could call him and ask him to come back so we could talk. I could make him understand, I was sure of it. I missed him. I wanted to touch him and I wanted. ..." He spoke with love. "Stop... let me in."He pounded into me over and over and began to suck on my breasts. I felt my tension ease and I came writhing and screaming. One right after another. Each time I felt less and less pain, and less madness. "Are you ready for me?"I was no longer thinking. His desire was my desire and I wanted all of him. Every last drop."Please.... yes.." I shook.He pounded into me faster and rubbed and massaged my breasts. He turned me to my knees and held me by my. . aren't you hungry? Are you that put-out with Karen?"Her sounds were soft and warm as always, but they didn't satisfy him as they had in the past. The rope stood between them, and the young, possessive housewife in her unnatural love, felt his displeased indignation. It would take a little time, she reasoned as she gazed lovingly down at him. Soon, he'd be used to it, as he would've been by now had she done this in the beginning."I'm sorry, darling, but Karen had to tie you. She couldn't have. ‘That wasn’t so hard, was it?’ Marsha said sultrily. She stepped back just enough to feel the dick throb heavily against her clit, a hard sigh coming from her throat as she tried to not cum on the spot. ‘This, on the other hand,’ Marsha said, reaching into the tented pair of running pants, ‘Is hard as your muscles.’ She softly stroked the meat, finding delightfully that it was thickly veined and was easily three of her hand widths long. ‘Maybe I’ll have to have Marcus have you over sometime,.