Nonplussed, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. From there it was all too easy to link her leg cuffs to the footboard, and tie her hair t... the headboard. I pulled both ropes so that it was just tight enough to be uncomfortable.I grabbed what could be accurately described as a “shit-ton” of rope and began to go to work. I cinched her elbows together tightly so that I could remove the cuffs. When I did, her arms and hands flailed together uselessly. I watched her struggle for a. I took her cool slim hand. "Hi, Myr," I said. "Good to see you here — how was your flight?"Things stayed awkward for a while. We spent ten minutes on inane small talk and the careful sipping of our drinks. She never once referred to our last meeting — neither did I, as this woman seemed light years away from the fucked-out slut I had left lying on the soaked hotel bed.We went over to a low table that had just been vacated. The back of my mind registered a slightly higher hemline as she walked. Ana finally admitted she had been fucked by a black guy that day. His name was Byron and he was the biggest guy she had ever had. She said he was long; she had used both hands to hold his cock; but her long fingers could not reach all the way around his girth. Then she confessed her cunt was very sore and she was not in the mood for sex with me that night… She smiled with a devil grin and locked into the bathroom, for a cold shower. Two hours later I rolled over and spooned her on the bed. My. I then sucked his cock back into my mouth but this time I did it quickly and took it deep, all the way, until his head was pressing against the back of my throat. I made myself keep going, to a point just short of gagging (thank God for my lack of gag reflex!), until my lips were wrapped tightly around the base. I pushed my head forward a couple of times, grinding his cock into my throat, feeling it spasm around the familiar pleasant invasion. As I forced my tongue out, licking his balls, I.