There was a quiet puffing sound as the spit penetrated her stomach, and thenit stopped rotating again as it moved inexorably up through her oesophagus...She felt it moving closer, closer to her throat and her final sigh was silencedas the spit emerged into her mouth, moving steadily forward until the shaftstretched her mouth wide, and filled her view. The clamps slowly raised herwrists and ankles into position while the banding secured her limbs to herbody, and then released her. She squirmed. It took three days of boredom to get them chatting, telling one another odd snippets from their past`s, but it was on the fourth day, in their bed over a morning cup of tea that the real open-heart stuff began. It started with Ella asking, “why he only ever had sex in the same old vanilla fashion, just as he had last night?” He nearly dropped his cup as he spluttered, “he thought she liked it that way!” her reply was, “oh don’t get me wrong , your good at it that way, but in five years and when. ‘Don’t drop me!’ she exclaimed, in a frightened whisper, hanging onto one of the spikes, like grim death. ‘Stop moan… whoops!’ One arm slipped from under hers, and there was a loud tearing noise, as she slid a foot or so down the wall, still clinging to the spike. He made a grab for the tree branch, as he almost lost his balance and plunged after her. ‘Mike!’ she squeaked, in a terrified whisper. ‘Brace yourself for the fall, and then let go!’ he hissed. ‘It’s only another four feet, or so?’. He went slow but inching further and further into me; opening me wider and wider.It still stung a bit due to his girth, but I wanted this so bad I just clenched my teeth and tried to relax."Your ass is almost too tight for me, boy," he said. "You better just get used to it because it's going in you whether you want it or not. I haven't cum in weeks and need to unload."I pushed back against as a response."Good bitch," was all he said as he finished inserting himself fully into me.He stroked me.