We enjoyed a very loving and wonderful sexual experience. She moved her pussy with amazing grace. I felt the walls of her love tunnel caressing the f...ll length of my cock as she slid her pussy up and down my penis. As she approached her orgasm, her arms and legs tightened around me. She began to increase the tempo of our lovemaking as she approached a climax. Her thrusts became stronger as if she tried to pull my cock deeper inside of her. Her breaths became faster as she squeezed her arms. Sophia was frogmarched into her large kitchen/diner and it became obvious to her that this had been well planned, the 6 chairs had been moved from around her solid oak farmhouse dining table, she saw the ropes tied to each leg of the table and knew instinctively that they were there to restrain her in place. Fighting hard to prevent them moving her Sophia found herself being held by the guy standing behind her, the one in front then raised his hands and fondled her breast's through her summer. I was trying not to let the bile of my anger rush up and out of me. Sadly, though, I didn't hate her. I was ... discontent ... but there was neither hatred nor malice in my heart for this young woman. In fact, there was, oddly enough ... a different emotion stumbling somewhere below my notice. "Why would I hate you?" I can't understand what the hell is going on, so how could I possibly hate you?" I wanted to add, but didn't. I was drifting, aimless. I was floating away, never to return. I felt. "Actually, yes, you can," I answered, still smiling. "I can't decidewhich of these to get. Maybe you can help me decide?" The salesgirlnodded and turned her eyes to the shirt I I held out first."This one?" I inquired.It was a lavender stretch shirt, princess seamed with three-quartersleeves ending in cute turned back cuffs. I already had one similar toit in white, except this one had the longer, more pointed style ofcollar."Or, this one?" I held the second one out for her to see clearly.This.