I had originally bought four tickets to the show-one for me, one for my man and two for his friends. So far they had not shown up. So we were having a...good time ourselves.We had a good buzz when we went inside for the concert. I am 33 yrs old, 36c all natural tits, 5'5 and about 130ish in weight, as I never weigh myself just keep myself physically fit. My hair is reddish brown and runs just below my shoulders. My man-Jon- is small at about 5'6 and 165lbs. His cock is no more than five or six. I was lying on it, padded handcuffs on wrists and ankles fastened to the four corners of the bed, spread-eagled helplessly with a pillow under my ass. I had a tiny black leather bikini on, with boot lace straps fastening the briefs and bra, a leather collar and a ball-gag in my mouth. Between my wide-open legs was a sign saying, “Happy Birthday”. He smiled as he came over to the bed, leaning down to kiss my forehead. Then he took off his jacket and knelt down, reaching over to stroke my exposed. Alan never loved me that much." He didn't?" I was surprised."No." Helen's voice was definite. "He was playing around with other women. I found out shortly before he died. That's why I couldn't understand why his head was wrapped in my nightdress. We hadn't been close like that for months. If it had been another woman's nightdress? That I would have believed." I'm sorry, Helen."She ruffled me hair almost u*********sly."I was thinking about divorcing Alan. I hadn't done anything about it. When he. My name was James, then, but my nickname changed from Jim to Jamie without any real thought or plan. Without either of us realizing, we became a couple. That's when we had some trouble, though.He had just finished screwing me when he started sucking on my left nipple. "What are doing that for?" I asked. We both needed some rest."Just trying to make them grow," he said playfully.I pushed him away."I don't WANT them to grow!" I was angry for some reason."Oh, come on. How much longer do you think.