All that was left was her bra, hose and heels. She dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. Something was up.....I had never seen her so turned ...n before. Especially when she was supposedly passed out just a short time ago. I let her suck and lick me. I love to see her red lips glide up and down on me. A real pro. After a short while I lifted her up and took her to bed. I laid her down and went right between her legs. I could tell she was very wet and it did not take long before she was. I was all prepared to ignore this holiday for the happily (and sometimes sickeningly) coupled. But apparently Valentine’s Day is not a day to be forgotten, and so it decided to pretty much dance infront of me, singing Monty Python’s Theme Tune, and wearing…..very little. I shall start from the beginning. So there I was, having the most wonderful lie in on a monday morning, practising my perfected art of preventing monday morning blues, by turning them into tuesday morning blues (ie, mondays. The sensation of having her ass stretched and finger fucked was pleasant. She relaxed and let the feeling wash over her. “Stand up,” I ordered and pulled my fingers out of her. She obeyed immediately. I reached for a rope and uncoiled it. I turned her around roughly by her hair and pulled her wrists behind her back. Heather was in a daze. Her cunt was on fire and dripping. When her wrists were bound, I turned her around and reached between her legs to grab the running ends of the rope. I. Six months had already gone by since that horrible day. Shelby would never forget the look on her dad’s face when he’d shown up at the small print shop where she worked. At the time, she didn’t question why he was the first to know about the accident. It was weeks before she’d thought clear enough to ask him about it. ‘Dad, why didn’t the police tell me first?’ ‘I was doing business in the complex on that corner where the accident happened. Rescue personnel blocked the parking lot exit..