“Afraid so old girl,” D’arcy apologised as he slid his shrinking member from her.“Er about the rest of the Hundred guineas?” Eliza queried.�...�In your dreams,” he retorted.“Bastard!” she replied.“You’re beautiful when you’re angry,” D’arcy reassured her. His member swelled again and before they knew it she was once again firmly screwed to the bed by his pulsing cock.“Are you insatiable?” Eliza asked.“Not usually, one shot wonder who comes too soon generally,” he apologised, “Er don’t fancy. Being unable to see, I closed my eyes and relaxed.He began massaging my shoulders and slowly worked his way down my back. He took long strokes that started at my neck and traveled down my back, each one venturing a little further south. When he reached the sheet he gently slid it back and forth with his strokes until I could feel the cool air brushing the top of my ass. His strokes became harder and steadier and he began to go further down to include my butt in the massage. I could feel his. Oh, not that it was glaringly obvious or anything. But I just had a feeling. Then later, when I asked you about it, I was almost sure of it. You were attracted to the idea of being in that position being helpless, having somebody force you to submit…” “Stop!” She bowed her head, resting her fore- head on her drawn-up knees. “Nobody knows about that,” she said in a muffled tone. “Nobody. Not even my husband.” “Everybody has. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him softly, entwining her fingers in his curly hair. Despite himself, he forgot the cold demeanor he had intended to use, and he kissed her back with passion, holding her in his arms. He pushed her backwards, lifting her up and placing her gently on the bed. Her curly black hair pooled around her, and he took in her lavender scent as he kissed her soft lips. He massaged one of her pink nipples between his fingers, and she pressed her breast into his hand.