I feel his imposing size towering over me as I sit on the lonely park bench. The sounds stop again, followed by another agonizingly long pause. I don�...�t feel him touch me or come close but my belt on my coat feel looser and puddle of chain attached to my collar warmed by my belly trickles down to my lap waiting for me to uncross my legs to reach its final resting point. My mind races and I wonder if he is going to insert the extra links of chain inside my wetness............ I stand over her. I tried toscream and all they heard was a minnow like moan..."Open your legs...your going to enjoy opening them you lil slut....for now..."She moved back from the front seat to the back and rummaged behind me.She found some straps and quickly tied my right ankle to the right edgeof the back seat and then did the same with my left ankle to the leftedge in effect restraining my legs wide open. I tried to close them butthe straps wouldnt give. She then hiked my dress up to my waist andpulled my. On that note, we had a pretty fun love life. We've role-played and stuff, it's always been fun. It's even been pretty rough but I've always felt he holds back. We've tried a couple of things to spice it up. Something's were too painful to try again. (Even though at time it was enjoyable, too bad it didn't last very long.) We used to text most of time he was at work. Sometimes it turned into sexting or telling each other our fantasies. We hadn't done it in years but I really missed that intimacy. I inhaled her sweet scent, as I tongued her neck and then blew cool air over it to make her body shudder. I had committed each of her special spots to memory and was thrilled to actually be able to see her reaction in the flesh. “I am going to have so much fun with you today, Cass,” I spoke in a husky voice. I moved my hands up too her chest and began to kneed her breast between my finger tips. I wanted to trace and touch each and every one of her body parts and commit them to memory, because I.