It really should have had a warning sign on it saying ‘Not suitable for small tight pussys. . That just meant that I really got to enjoy a woman’s...tightness. Feeling a woman's tight tunnel spasming uncontrollably as my hard wide cock stretchs her is escasty. Spitting in my hand again, I coated the head, making sure it was slippery enough to get in. I slid forward, I said “Here it comes” as I lined myself up and grabbing her hips. Normally I work the head in a bit and then thrust in.This time I. Not a major problem you might say, well usually no. Today however I was close to bursting for the toilet. We live out in the countryside so there are no neighbours, so I decided to go around the back of the house and relieve myself there. On my way around the back of the house I phoned my mum to get her to let me in. This is where it gets interesting. I don't know why I did it but instead of taking down my spandex pants and getting my cock out I just stood there and let go right where I was. Finally, he added the collar, a thick leather choker that restricted my breath till I struggled to breath, I thought I was going to die. I heard a rattle from above as he lowered the hoist hooking the cold metal hook into the rope round my breasts. I knew in my heart I was into the final phase, he released me from the last securing rope and literally hauled me by my tits from the bench scooting the bench from under me out of his way and hauling me up so I couldn’t touch the floor, it was agony,. I sensed eyes at the gate and two lads, were both peering over the gates at my plaything. Remembering my own youth and the few chances of a view of such a lovely woman in under-clothes outside playboy or fiesta, I removed her poncho and the lad`s eyes were like organ-stops, as I had her twirl for them before taking her inside to a chorus of “wow and cheers mate!” Well; I took her indoors, heels clicking, footsteps echoing in the empty hall as I led her to my consulting room. She stood a vision.