His finger was on the trigger, though at the moment the rifle was pointed toward the ground. The man's face was unlined, yet there was an aura of age ...bout him. It was his eyes though, that told you this was no ordinary man. They were emerald green with a halo of gold around the circumference of the green iris.If that wasn't unusual enough on the very next fence post stood a woman. She was the polar opposite in attire. She was dressed in battle armor that looked similar to the Samurai of the. Never mind if she flinched, or moved, or gave the impression she was waiting for a caress. She rested on her forearms while I looped the webbing under the bed, using the ratchet to pull it tight, looping the rope around the strap so that I could use it to tie her in place via the cuffs. She understood the arrangements, kneeling on the bed, resting on her forearms, knees together. I adjusted the pillow so that it wasn't jammed under her face, but so that she could scream into it, as planned.I. “Right. I do believe you will do.” He began to dress and the sound of the zipper of his pants was quite audible as she was still on her knees in front of him. “Your appointment for tonight will be along shortly. Your name will be Sara tonight. If all goes well, you can expect two to three rendezvous a week. Instructions of where and when will be delivered to you.” As he walked to the door to leave, a thought jumped into her mind as she realized what was coming. “Wait! I don’t have any condoms. There were no folds or wrinkles or stretch marks because she was still a young woman, and fuck me, when those tits came out, they really CAME OUT! They were massive. When she took her bra off, they didn't drop even a half of an inch. They looked like she had dropped by the service station and pumped them up on the air hose. She was young enough to have puffy nipples, so they just looked like a couple of torpedoes.Jenny was a Catholic, and none of my sperm ever entered her, but she was proud of.