But he wanted to tie me up anyway.And so, we had both enjoyed two sessions together, each of about three hours. We had begun lightly clothed, but had ...raduated to mutual nudity. He had learned to very much enjoy tormenting me by rubbing his genitals against me while I was tightly bound and gagged; he knew that this was alien and disgusting to me, but did it anyway to, as I mentioned before, give me the sensation of complete captivity; and give himself the complimentary sensation of dominance. “What do you farm?” I say.“Dairy. Herd’s at the other farm – has been for a while. Got TB around this end again.”I wondered about the absence of cow shit, and what a relief that was given my current state of undress. Then I consider what TB must mean for him.“Sorry to hear that.”He grunts.“Time’s almost up anyway.”“How so?”“Subsidies going. American imports coming in. Son’s got the other farm. He’ll take all this on. Got big ideas. Gonna turn it into some sort of theme park.”“Theme park, eh?” I. She kissed on me again, and asked if I wanted her to finish me by hand, or in her mouth. I was speechless. I told her she had to decide. Neither was her answer. She wanted it splattered all over her chest. She flipped over, and I grabbed the oil. Between her luscious tits, I slid my throbbing rock hard cock. Leaning forward a few time for her to suck it all in. Then back to her chest. Still, I was on the edge, but out of reach. She talked to me, hoping to feel the warmth rush out onto her. But it does ensue to you, right, Carter? From a pale and wobbly-alike whisper, the words were now slowly converting into more of a hasty and lackadaisical screech and bark. Yes. That is my point. I cant hold my feelings for her anymore. I must find ways and means to get close to her and unleash these resilient, strong-concentrated emotions and sensations that I have for her deep inside me. Concentrated emotions, you say? Chase made an uncomprehending and bemused face. Exactly. I have a.