When he looked at her with a raised eyebrow, she shrugged. “I have always been more comfortable doing things that are often considered to be a man�...s field of endeavor. I suppose that is why I decided to become an architect. I like to design things and then watch my plans become reality. I suppose there are architects who do not want to leave the sterile environment of the office, but I am not that person. The more I am comfortable with the physical aspect of things, the better able I am to. God I'm so wet I hope my wimp of a husband thinks it's their left over cum.My heart was racing as I saw one of them drop his shoulder bag on the bed and start pulling rope from it; my knees were dragged wide and fastened to ropes that had been thrown under the bed.Then one of them scooted under the bed and tied a rope to the middle of my knee rope. As I struggled and pleaded with them I heard it hit the wall under the bed head; it was pulled up and fastened to my neck then my hands were tied in. She wrapped her hand around my already proud cock and wiped the head up and down her soaking wet opening. She squirmed a little and I suddenly found her fully under me and my cock just about to announce its entrance. It was like a conjuring trick! Sleight of pussy, really. By the time I'd finished with the irrelevant thoughts, my cock had entered the volcanic heat of her lust tunnel without my realising it. We both paused, savouring the moment of conjunction, before revving up and beginning to. I could feel the fleshy moistness of her lips pushing against me. She eased downward and my cock slid into her simmering canal. She stopped, pulled away, and pushed down again."Marvelous," I whispered as more of my hardness was enveloped by her hot flesh. I looked into her gorgeous face as she pressed her hands down on my chest, raised up, and sank back down until my entire length was embedded. She knelt there over me motionless for a moment, apparently adjusting to the feel of me inside.