I guess she wanted that to herself. But I wanted to share that it turned me on still does. Call it a fetish. I knew for sure what she was doing becaus... I got home early one day. I had been gone all week. I went inside our two story house. Her car was there but she didn't seem to be there. It was the middle of the afternoon. I went up stairs and as I went I could hear her. At first I thought some other guy was fucking her and I got kind of mad. She was moaning a breathing very very hard. I. Jack Dreale was known for whoring and gambling. He did enjoy gambling it was true. Whether it was a sin or not. The whoring part was not true, but he encouraged it. In truth, he had befriended the owner of a whorehouse and enjoyed her company. Elizabeth knew her, and the two had gotten along quite well. Jack’s thoughts returned to Elizabeth. For a moment he thought he was dreaming but knew the truth when the apparition stopped, startled, in front of him. Not an apparition. Elizabeth. Her head. I know that's an odd mix, but it'swhat I am good at. My novels are never best sellers, but they sell wellenough to give me a very comfortable lifestyle. The only catch was mypublisher did not want my picture on the cover of a romance novel, so weused Dawn's instead. Dawn got paid for this and even went and signedbooks, the only thing she had to do was to know the books frontward andbackward to answer any questions the readers had, which she always did. Ithought of ending the relationship with. You then begin to paddle me, each stroke aimed at the plug pushing it in further and warming my cheeks all at the same time. ‘Two holes sorted slut, only your dirty little cunt to go’. Letting me down from the door harness you push me onto the bed, unclicking the hand cuffs you flip me onto my back and deftly fix my hands back in the cuffs first passing them through the bedstead. My ankles are still fixed to the spreader bar and I notice that there are straps on the end of the bar, before I can.