One night we were settling down for bed and I began putting on the moves. Playing with her hair, making out, gentle kisses, hand brushes over her. She...responded well.She began to return the sentiments. Kissing me, touching me, playing with me through my boxer briefs. I slide her pajama pants down and begin fondling her through her pink lace panties. She inserts her hand, jacking me under the fabric. I slide them off. I slide her panties down. I run my fingers through her course black bush,. I've come straight from the airport so I havent got my massage table, would the bed be ok?" Well that explains the shorts and tshirt I guess. "Um yeah sure, follow me"We go upstairs and I grab some towels laying them out on the bed. He takes 1 from me folding it into a strip. Handing it back to me he says "I'll wait outside while you undress, lay on your front, head at the bottom of the bed, with this over your bottom, call me when youre ready for me" I strip off arguing with myself as to. She was bound to the chair, now. She threw her head and cried, her mind panicking. What was he doing with her? What kind of sick game did he have planned?Suddenly he was standing behind her, and she felt herself, along with her chair, lifted up from the ground a few inches. Moments later he'd moved the chair forward. The edge of the desk poked into her belly as she struggled against her bondage without thinking. It was all to no avail. He'd taped her ankles to the chair legs with several. "Jeromy, it DOES feel so good right now, but I don't know about really doing it there. Let's go slow. I would do it for you in a second, but don't you want me to WANT to do it?" She asked him."Of course. If I didn't think you could enjoy it I wouldn't be showing you how good it can feel. If it ever happens and you don't like it, that will be the end. I hope you trust me." He assured her."You know I do, but your finger is the only thing I've ever had there and I'm still getting used to it." She.