She didn't want to think about this. She didn't want to think at all. She wanted to fuck, didn't she? She was so happy before because she got to fuck ... lot.God, she had been fucking a whole hell of a lot lately, hadn't she? All of that with Carlos, that was normal she guessed since he was her new boyfriend and all, but should she really be doing all that stuff with strangers? And with... no, she really didn't want to think about that!God, she was so confused! She closed her eyes and pressed her. My dreams were filled with Stacey sucking my dick and begging me to fuck her. My last dream I was laying on my back while she buried my dick in her throat. Opening my eyes I realized it wasnt a dream, my dick was really down her throat. I grabbed her hair and held her head tight as I thrust up and let loose a load of cum down her throat. After my recovery from the unexpected orgasm I released her hair and she sat up with a big smile saying morning sleepy All I could respond was morning She. On the floor were coils ofwhite silken rope, long thin bamboo canes and red ball gags.All too soon I found myself naked and helplessly trussed up in thatwhite rope. Two strands of rope were tightly applied just above mybreasts and two just below forcing my tits to jut out and elongate. Mywrists were tied behind my back and pulled painfully down toward myankles which were also securely tied. The ball gag was forced into mymouth and a noose tugged uncomfortably tight around my neck. The end. A few minutes later, Ginger gave a hero’s welcome to the handsome man as he appeared with a small carry-on. He was reluctant to stop kissing her despite the attention of a large segment of the airport including all his fellow passengers that had to walk around them.Ginger held onto Blake’s arm, clutching it to her breasts as she brought him over to us for introductions. Blake appeared unsure how to treat me. He was not used to open relationships, especially meeting the husband of one of the.