"I never would have married you if I knew you were going to become a pervert."I headed to the basement door without responding to her familiar rant. O...r relationship had reached a point where I didn't argue with her. We'd had some loud and violent fights over the years but now I just didn't care anymore. Many times I had thought about leaving her, not sure why I didn't.Maybe for the sex. The quality wasn't great but the frequency was pretty decent. Like clockwork, every day or two, just before. He then eased both ends under her arms and tied it tight, making a harness of sorts. Jeff then took both long ends of the rope and tied them to the canopy, leaving quite a bit of slack.The captive girl felt the man's fingertips tracing her now swollen lips again and began to slide his finger up and down her sex slowly, easing himself into her but careful not to touch her clit. Her body began to thrust with the rhythm as the whorls of pleasure began to dance heatedly through her.Jeff loved to. Soon I was coming. She asked if I was a virgin. I told her this was the case. Samantha then asked me to kiss her vagina and this I done. Soon we were in the 69 position. Samantha then got up from the bed and went to my mother's bedroom. She returned with a sex toy which she told me was a vibrating butt plug. I was asked to kneel down with my bum in the air. Looking in the mirror on my dressing table I saw Samantha but lube on the toy. She then began to inset it into my anus. I felt some. Despite our intimate conversation my question seemed to shock her a little. Why, and when she asked. I said here and now. There was a fairly large column in the store. She had been sitting in a tall stool near this column. I suggested that if she slid her stool to the column and leaned back I could do it and the column would block the sight of the people walking past the storefront. After a few seconds of thought she said it was a crazy idea but agreed. She slowly unbuttoned her jean shorts.