Her cups were full to bulging and I sunk my head down and sucked on her enlarged nipple through her bra. Lisa held my head and I could feel her tit sq...ashing in and out of my face with her breathing.She started to move with me still attached, waddling our way back in to the living room with my trousers around my ankles. Lisa flopped in to the sofa and I followed on top of her, kissing and sucking on both her nipples now through her sheer purple bra.I started kissing down on to her tummy before. I could feel the emotions well up. Was I goingto cry? "Men don't cry" my internal voice told me with certainty, "butPatricia's no man, really, is she?" came the conflicting response. Icouldn't go on like this. I had to talk to someone.I dried myself off. Placing a towel around my waist, I rifled through mybook bag, pulling out my note books. Here it was. I walked over to thephone and picked it up.***"I have to say, I am quite surprised to see you" he brought back a sodafrom the fridge handing. She seemed to be unable to formulate any thoughts. There was just this cock, the sensation of his cock entering her.There was a low grade horniness still lingering in her body, and the remnants of the spanking glowing in her bum made her feel a bit dopy and rosy. Her face wet with tears, hairs in her mouth, but there was this surrender in her mind and that surrender came with a calm. She wasn’t in control anymore.The grunting became louder and louder and then Mike orgasmed inside of her. His. Then I recognized the tune. It was the 1812 Overture. She replaced the cannons firing with a bit to my nuts. After a few verses, enough to bring tears to my eyes, and a constant, dull ache in my belly, she released me from her mouth. She sat up and laughed. "You should see the look in your eyes, you look so pathetic. You're right - this game is fun!" I closed my eyes and rolled my head - mad with desire. I yanked on my bonds again, knowing full well, I was going no where. She lowered her head.