“Fuck me! Is that an original 1953 Holden FJ Panel Van?” he asked. It was painted in Royal Mail Red and had the black leather bench seat and white...interior paint. It gleamed like new.“It was my first car, don’t knock it,” Mary said defensively.“Knock it! It’s awesome. Wow! What I’d give to own one, it looks brand new.”“Well, it’s not stock standard. I souped up the engine years ago. Then I modified it again to get better fuel economy and make it a bit more environmentally friendly. Do you want. What a wonderful sight and feeling! I love it! I'm such a slut for her and her toys.When I see others couples together, I wonder if they have similar bedroom activity. I find it hard to believe that we are the only ones that enjoy this extreme type of role reversal. It's not like that's all we do though. We still frequently have traditional sex. Loving, romantic sex that is quiet and sweet as well as hot, sweaty, hair pulling sex that is loud and rough. Both kinds have their place. I love. As we played pool, Michele and I beat Joe and Ron 3 games to none. When Ron or Joe were not looking, or left the room , she would rub her nice tight ass against my hands, rub my hands, and even slipped her tongue into my mouth when possible. After we got done shooting pool we all went our separate ways and I was left with wondering what was going to happen next. Monday at work, as I sat at my deck reading on the computer before my shift started, Michele came over, leaned over and gave me a. “I need to secure you to the St Andrew’s cross. Is that ok with you?” “Of course’. I walked up to the cross. Velcro straps on each bar secured me in place, suspended. I experienced how crucifixion works: my breathing was restricted unless I pulled myself up by my arms. Anthony gave me one last kiss on the lips, and one on each nipple, and then left. Three more sessions to go. I hoped they would all go as well as Anthony’s. I was hanging by the cross, not blindfolded, facing the door. The door.