Other than my dick I don’t feel the woman fucking me until her bum hits my stomach, before rising again. I have no idea who is taking me but it feel... fantastic. I hear her breathing now and her actions are stronger. She takes hold of by balls in one hand and gently plays with them. My heart is pounding. I thrust as she drops impaling her as deep as possible. I’m groaning and she’s groaning. My balls tell me, ‘time has come’ and so I announce the fact. “Just a little…..” I hear her start to say. She was tethered in place like a puppet, forced into something of an arch, her breasts thrust outermost. Her long legs strained, her tits heaved and it was clear she was trying madly to adjust her twisted position.No wonder the bitch ain’t running away!Robert chuckled when he saw that Cassandra still wore a single high heel – bright red to match the color of her nails. The other heel sat broken on the floor, an indication of the fight she’d put on before being subdued. Robert hadn’t noticed it. His lips parted softly, and a whisper of a smile brushed my lips as the awareness of our mutual arousal dawned on me. I hooked my thumbs into the top of my panties. I lifted my eyes to watch his face as I lowered my panties, and exposed my carefully groomed sex. I was delighted to see the lust in his eyes as he devoured my body visually.We stood there for what seemed like hours while his eyes drank me in, memorizing every line and curve of my trembling form. Slowly he knelt at my feet, drawing. Anyhow, this Saturday morning, after the folks left to go shopping and I satisfied my morning woody, I crossed the hall and opened her door. She was lying on the floor, wearing a frilly pj top, the babydoll type that didn’t cover anything, and doing leg-lifts, her arms outstretched and neck arched. Damn, but she was pretty. As good looking as any porn queen or centerfold. Currently she was a blonde but she had started darker, kind of mousy hair like mine, dishwater blonde somebody told me, and.