I moved to try and get away. He pinned me down opened my legs and started to put his penis inside of me. I cried out yelling, “It hurts” I pushed ...n him with my feet. I tried to get him off me. He got off of me. Went to the dresser and took out some ropes he tied my hand to the headboard. I was crying loud now and could not stop. He than climbed back on top and started to enter his penis again. This time I kicked him. He said “Now Lynn! I wouldn’t do that again if I were you.” He started. She had always given him plenty of latitude.Actually, his life with Sara was very comfortable. She was a great homemaker, cook and bed partner. Even when he was screwing around a bit, it was always reassuring to know that he had a great wife and home to which he would return. Love didn't really enter into it. She also brought in quite a respectable income, which together with his, provided them a very upper middle class existence. The thought of losing all of this was frightening."Perhaps we. “It got in my mouth,” she whispered back.“What?”“Some of your stuff got in my mouth.”I had been trying to get her to leave her mouth on me when I came. She sucked my cock like she loved it, which was true. She did love having my penis in her mouth. What she was afraid of was having a bad reaction and ruining the moment. Plus, I had no bathroom in my bedroom, like she did. I had to use the bathroom in the hall, which Mom called the guest bathroom. Cathy, by virtue of being a girl, got the good. Eventually she shook off the arousal that threatened to overcome her, reaching behind me and turning on a tap. Cold water cascaded over both of us, instantly extinguishing our shared desire. I eyed her with mock anger, eliciting a knowing smile; she pressed me back against the wall behind me, treating me to a taste of the cold tiles and jamming the hard taps into the small of my back. She made it all worth it, though, by letting me cup her breasts and planting another seductive, open-mouthed.