She wrenched off her sweater and shirt, then her little white bra, before starting on me. Within seconds she was on her knees, sucking my cock and loo...ing up at me with mischief in her eyes.“See? You are quite lively,” she said. “Or he is, anyway.”Giving my cock a farewell kiss, she lay back on the bed, arms above her head and legs spread like the common English girl who taught Cleopatra all she knew.“Look at me,” she said urgently. “Down there. I like to be looked at. I’m not ashamed. God gave. I turned back at her. "Did you hear what I just said? GET OUT." she said firmly. I took my hand off the knob. "No", I said as I rushed back to her, tackling her onto the bed, kissing her with all I had as I ran my hands down her body. She kissed back with equal force, and I could tell that she was taking all of her anger, on the Cindy, on me, on the world, and turning it into raw sexual passion. She ripped off my shirt, hungrily kissing down my neck as I unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her. She got a couple of large frying pans, putsome of the bacon in both of them, and started frying it on the stove.The bacon sizzled, and smelled wonderful, and I started getting hungry.I tried to move my arms and legs, but no luck. They were bound tightlyto the frame of the machine I was laying on (As I woke up more andmore, I realized that yes, it was more like some kind of machine than acot or bed). It had mattress-like parts under my torso, arms, and legs,and I was bound to them. Also, there. And who had caused it."Does this mean you won't give me a goodnight hug anymore?"He turned to look at her."What? Of course not. Where did you get that idea?" You just seemed so mad," she said. "It's like you hate me all of a sudden."He wiped his hands on a towel, feeling like a beast. He put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her to him."I don't hate you, Baby," he said, sliding his arms around and across her back.She snuggled up against him."I'm just frustrated, that's all." I'm sorry," she.