Zak could feel the soft material of her thong and his pounding heart. He traced the thong down between her firm cheeks, gently brushing the damp swell...of her pussy. She gasped and rocked her hips slightly. ‘Oh God, you’re giving me a heart attack!,’ gasped Zak Jenny laughed again and drew away from him. Her hands started to trace the outline of her breasts, fingernails brushing over her large nipples, making them erect and eager. She cupped them, lifting them slightly and pushing them together,. I reveled in the feeling as a cool ointment was spread across my anus, her fingers pausing, pressing lightly against my asshole. I tensed, my hips still, waiting. Was she? Was she going to go in? Oh God…she went in, three fingers sliding inside, tentatively then with a sudden plunge she buried them to the full depth. My anus tightened around her fingers, my balls drew up tighter, suddenly we were at a new, higher level. Her fingers wiggled and scissored inside me pressing against the walls of. .. and started moving up and down...mmm yeah.. Just like that... I squeezed harder, pretty sure that wasthe g-spot equivalent, not that I really knew.. .But just tighten thosemuscles and pump away, my eyes closed visualizing the smut that echoedfrom my audiobook... until...Until.I held my breath, and felt a tug and my muscles needed me to hold themtense, and I did, and jerked it off at a feverous pitch, and then thebuild up...SquirtI fucking nailed myself in the face. WTF? And then another. Then I tie a soft cotton rope to one bedpost, run it once around her neck, over a pulley on the other bedpost, and tie a metal disk to the far end. I add a 1 pound weight to the disk, and she feels the rope start to tighten. Not too much, sort of like a man wearing a necktie and a shirt that's 1/4 inch too small. I add more weights, slowly, a few ounces every 15 minutes. After a while, she feels the rope start to bite into her neck, but she can still breathe OK. At this point I climb up behind.