The fact is, I had never had an orgasm. I had no idea what my orgasm would be like, but I was feeling at that time that my nerves and muscles were on ...he verge of losing control to -- to whatever was happening between my legs and seemed to spread through my veins. I felt odd, shaky and woozy.Holding my cock, Martha Jane gazed up at me, questioning. She asked, "Hon, are you all right?" Yes, I'm... it's good. It feels good."She gave my hard dick a slow pull and looked at it. "Look at you," she. "What about my car?" She said surprised."You will follow me to a place where you will abandon it for a week." I said as I got up and walked to my car.I could see her in my rear-view as I took the exit for 40 west and lead her to a warehouse in Chapel Hill.After locking her car she slid into the passenger seat of my car and secured her seat belt.Before pulling out I used a zip-tie to secure her hands and pulled a black hood over her head.It took us 20 minutes to get to my house and I left her in. She seemed to be real uncomfortable, physically as well as emotionally. The strain was really showing on her lovely face. I suddenly realized that she had been stretching over to hold my hands all that time I’d been away in my thoughts; our fingers were gripping so tightly that I’m not sure either of us could have broken free. I let go and helped her up, giving her a close one-armed hug and running my other hand softly through her hair, stroking her forehead with my fingertips.We must have. Then I went back to her clit and licked in slow circles until she came, her juices dripping down my chin and onto my chest.I stood back up, staring at her as she panted there against the wall. She had pulled the top of her dress down and had been grabbing her succulent C cup tits as I ate her out. I leaned in and licked her nipples. She moaned more, then slowly straightened her back and placed her hand under my chin, gently guiding it up. I kissed her hard on the mouth, making her taste herself.