So it was, that night, Bob and Jennifer prepared to stay their last night in the Best Western motel.The mood was a little like what some people feel o... a Sunday night, knowing that the next morning the freedom of the weekend is over and they have to go back to work. Sometimes people overdo it, on those Sunday nights, trying to wring as much pleasure out of the weekend as possible before the real world takes over, or at least intrudes into their lives again.Not that they overdid the sexual part. "Okay. But first I have a couple of rules I want to explain to you. When we go downstairs to the fun room I am in charge. You are not to speak unless I ask you a direct question. You are to do as you are told with out hesitation. Understood?" I said to her in the most decisive voice I could muster."Yes," was her answer. "I want you to think of and tell me a safe word. You are to use it if you feel uncomfortable or if you feel things are getting out of control. I promise I will stop and untie. It was hard initially, and then we discovered one position.She pulled herself halfway down in her chair, and I got over her. It was a kinda missionary position. First, I started banging her slowly, and then I increased the pace in a short time. The chair was making a lot of noise. But the movie seemed very loud, which totally nullified the chair noise and the sweet moans of Shilpa.After a while, we switched positions. Now it was kind of a reverse missionary, and I was banging her from below.. I stared at her in awe. I'd never seen anything like that before, and I knew I wouldn't ever forget it. Her body was shiny with a light coating of sweat, making her even more sexy than she already was. Her fingers continued to tickle up and down her swollen pussy lips. I wasn't sure what I should do, so I just knelt there with my dick in my hand and waited. "Oh, God, why did I do that?" It made me feel a little bad that she was regretting it so soon. "It felt good though, didn't it?" "Yes,".