She moans again. The noises stop, seems like you’re finishing the undressing. So much for taking it slow. Sounds of movement start up once more, s...unds like you’re on the couch. You’re touching each other, slowly, it’s very quiet. I can hear you speaking, but I can’t make out the words, more sounds of movement follow. You’re moving on the couch, I hear the sounds of feet on the floor. I can hear you moaning. She’s eating you out I think, moved to the floor so she could get between your legs. “Dammit,” she burst out. “What am I going to do now”? After a little time spent rummaging in the lingerie bin, she found white stockings, but no white panties or thong. Not knowing how the stockings would look with the dress, she decided to put them on just to see. Back at the mirror she was quite pleased with the outcome. She was able to shorten the stocking straps enough so they were not visible when she was standing at the mirror. With the dress and lingerie decided upon, she talked herself. I passed out, going limp in the big man’s arms. I don’t know how long I was out. During this time he had stripped me down to my bikini briefs and hiking boots, and tied me up to the overhead pipe. My wrists were tied together, then tied to the pipe. My legs were spread apart, cuffed at each ankle. When I came to, the first thing I was aware of were hands gently stroking my thighs, then caressing my cock and balls through the thin fabric of my briefs. Even in my semi conscious state my cock. It took me a few seconds before I could work out what was happening before I automatically responded. We stayed in the hall for several minutes locked together, kissing like sex-maniacs. When we finally broke off for a much-needed gasp of air, I held her head in my hands and looked into her eyes.“Fucking hell, where did that come from?”“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t…”“Don’t fucking apologise,” I said, cutting her short, as I pulled her face closer and started kissing her again.The next time we.