She was moaning softly, moving her hips up and down as she imagined Nick touching her. He was transfixed. He slowly reached his hand down to stroke hi... throbbing dick. He couldn't help himself. He'd come in just to be close to her, to imagine her naked body, and here it was for him to see. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself. He stroked his dick slowly as he watched her rubbing feverishly at her sopping wet cunt. Then she said it, “Oh, Nick,” she moaned. It wasn't that loud, but. I cry out through my gag. Once they are tight enough to your liking, you order me to lower my head. You grab the chain linked to the clamps and pull it over the back of my head, letting it drop around my neck. “That’s much better”.You stand up, facing me. Any attempt to raise my head sends searing pain through my nipples, so I am again relegated to look only at the toe of your boots. “Slave, when I told you I was running, I wasn’t lying. I did go for a two hour run, but that was earlier. I know my pussy hair will give me away, so damp. I wonder if you can smell my wet cunt. I can feel myself whimper again, God how I want you to touch me. You take my wrists. Draw the rope out of your pocket. Beginning to bind my wrists. Why does the feel of rope make me so excited? Is it that extra feeling of helplessness? Of being yours. I wonder what I must look like. Naked over your lap. Wrists tightly bound. Bottom poking up in the air. Legs spread. Cunt wet and exposed. Waiting. Wanting.. The young woman’s dark brown eyes were mere inches from his. Still, he couldn’t tell you what she looked like. She was—sexy for sure, but individual features were lost in the darkness. The only thing he knew for certain was this woman had a gun. Pleasure remained despite his fear, and his heart pounded as she slid her slick pussy over his cock.The intoxicating sensation of her hot, wet pussy spread into his hips, up his spine, and into his brain. Closing his eyes for a moment, he wanted, so.