I could feel his eyes, staring at my ass in my thong.“Thank you honey," Dave said, "I was in desperate need."I smiled and said, "Anytime Dave, any t...me."“I hope Graham knows how lucky he is,” Dave said as he followed me back downstairs.”“Lucky?” I smiled.“Yes, lucky, he has a beautiful wife.”I blushed, “Thank you, but I am just a plain girl.”“Plain? You are beautiful.”I blushed again and strangely found myself say, "Thank you, Dave, but, I don't think that Graham sees that."“Then he is a fool,”. The time for fuck fuck games was over. The teasing, the humiliation, was yesterdays problem. "No, please don't," I was terrified now. He began to lean forward. Then, all at once he just fell on to me, his cock pushed in balls deep and his weight pushed me harder into the wall. "Don't," I started again, but I betrayed myself. "...stop," I said in a sort of moan. He laughed at me. He wasted no time allowing me to get used to it as he started to fuck me. His hand had moved from my arm to the wall. A muscular male was on top of a small girl, whose legs could not girdle the man’s waist. His smooth toned arse was pumping vigorously at the girl who was moaning and scratching his back. Grace noticed black painted finger and toenails on delicate fingers and tiny feet. She also spotted wispy armpit hair and instantly and stupidly labelled the girl as French at least. A tattoo was evident on the girl’s left ankle and then she moved her head from the far side of the man and long blonde tresses. How she had decorated my ball sack, and my nipples. I thought of the exquisite feeling when the clamps were removed.Her breathing became heavy, as I grabbed the left centered pink clothes pin and released it."Oh, thank you, Master A", she cried out with uninhibited passion!Slowly, the next one, right side, then top left, top right, bottom left, bottom right. With each release, she cried out. She was delirious with passion. From the glazed look in her eyes, I could tell that she was in subspace..