I jerked to her photos (some photos were very sexy as it showed her navel, cleavage, and her yummy thighs). After jerking I thought I made a mistake b... texting her and thought to say sorry. I opened Instagram and to my luck, there was a message saying thanks and she complimented me saying “I didn’t see any such sexy salesman before.” Man, I was on cloud 9 and after half an hour I jerked twice.We exchanged our numbers and asked to meet. After 2-3 canceled meetings, we decided to meet at her. “Okay, Phoebe let’s take a break. You can go upstairs to the shower when you’re ready for me to fuck you.”“Jason?” she asked. “Do you love me?”“Yes, I love you, Phoebe. Very much” I replied as I held her hand.“Does that mean you’ll cum inside me when we fuck?” she asked.“Oh no Phoebe, that’s dangerous.” I replied. “You could get pregnant. I have to pull out of you before I cum.”“Please don’t, Jason.” She whined as she squeezed my hand. “Please leave it in me. I want your sperm in me so badly,. It was just indifference. I’m not your husband, not your lover, not even your friend. I’m just a guy that you regret having to hurt. It’s cool. We’ll get through this. It’ll be the last thing you have to do with me. Then we’ll work out an agreement for the divorce and we each go free. I guess that’s the best thing for both of us.”“Rand, I didn’t want it to come to this,” she said sadly. “I really do love you, but it’s not the passionate sort of love to build a marriage on. I wanted this to. Then in just a moment he slammed into me deeply, holding in me.I knew he was shooting his warm load in my anus. I moaned again at the thought. Then he finally pulled out. He showed me the sharp knife again. Then he hissed in my ear he was cutting my hands loose. I should count to one hundred before taking out the duct from my mouth. I nodded…He cut the bindings on my wrists, as I stayed very still. I heard him buckling his trousers. Then he gave my ass cheeks a last slap and he muttered very.