My lady-friend dropped the bomb on me one day, the I-need-some-space-for-a-few-months prelude to never seeing someone again.I knew I wouldn't, and I d...dn't. I was twenty-five, alone, and a little sour.My wife, on the other hand, was a victim of a drive-by boyfriend in college, one who helped himself to her virginity with pledges of undying love, and then broken it off, cleanly, so as to cause the least pain.Oh, right.Anyway, fate placed us together in a common small city, working with common. Traffic was not co-operating with that. When the near lanes were clear, the far lanes were full and when the far lanes were clear, the near lanes were full. Ryan knew that if he followed Colonial Avenue to the right, eventually he would reach an intersecting road that led to Franklin Road. Then he could drive back to the intersection the man had named. Ryan turned right, and began looking for his turn.There were two turns that Ryan could take to reach Franklin Road. He missed the first one, and. Stroking for a few moments, to spread her love juice on the external labia, I chose to wait no long - slipping first one, then two fingers inside her. This caused a very big moanful sigh, and she tightened up. Her vaginal muscles were very strong, and they clamped down on my fingers. Had I not been exerting some forward thrust, I could have been forced out.While I dallied at her pussy, she reached down between my legs. Once again, synchronization. While I provided a rhythmic thrust inside her. She rubbed at her chafed skin where the rope had made marks. She rubbed her ankles feeling the sore rings on her skin from the cord. He watched her as he packed his things away. She looked at him not knowing whether to smile or swear. He looked back, seeing his plaything freed from her shackles, seeing the black streaks of tears on her face, she looked pitiful and his heart, yes he has one, finally melted. He moved to her and once again put his arms around her. He kissed her tears away, holding.