She bends back down above you, her perfume intoxicating. She takes hold of your wrists, but you’re not free yet. She holds them above your head and ...ushes them into the grass. You realise that her breasts are lying on your chest, and her hips are stroking the strained zip of your pants.The kiss is more forceful this time. Your mouth opens to accept her tongue as her body moves against yours. You can feel, rather than hear, a low moan in her throat, and your hips rise to meet hers. The minutes. Most of the time, at least until the very end, I really enjoyed what I was doing to him. That made me feel even better. I never detected any response from that guy except an urge to squirt. Do you suppose I was mistaken?" I don't know. It seemed like that to me also, but then I didn't care much. It felt nice having that great big thing inside of you, didn't it? Did it hurt you? And what did it feel like to you when he squirted? It sure hurt when he jammed it in me the first time, but that. Of course the egg deep in her pussy and the clitty massager I pressed into her cuntal opening seemed to help give her the extra push that was needed also. Finally, I got tired of kneeling behind her, so I had her move some pillows into the middle of the bed and lay face down across them. She had told me she liked to be tied down this way. She had brought a couple of packages of those elastic cords with plastic hooks on each end. I used them to secure her ankles and wrists to the bed. I stood. " Ah, yes, of course," he stammered."Good. Would you come with me please? I want to show you what I have in mind." I struggled to keep a solemn expression on my face as he rose and followed me up to my rooms.I made a production of unlocking the door to my rooms and ushering him inside. I closed the door after us and quietly locked it. Then, I yanked the ties holding my top and flowing skirt on. They dropped to the floor. I was wearing nothing under them. I removed my slippers, leaned against.