When she woke again, both her arms were pulled up over her head, with her wrists tied to the headboard by strips of white silk. When she stirred she d...scovered her ankles were similarly secured. For the first time, Gina thought about the possibility she might be ****d. Strangely, it made her pussy tingle even more. The man appeared in the doorway. He was a big man, dressed entirely in black. A ski mask hid his face. He said nothing, giving Gina not even the sound of his voice to help her guess. But, this, she thought, was so over the top, so hot and nasty. This was sex, raw and visceral. She hoped Rich would keep going after he’d made her come, stand up, and plunge his cock deep inside her. She wanted to be fucked, hard, and primitive, so she could come and scream and curse. Her body quivered as another orgasm swept over her. She leaned her head back and groaned toward the ceiling. Her legs rested over Rich’s shoulders and draped down his back. She gasped as his tongue rasped across. Her eyes were fixed on my full erection and my hand moving up and down it. 'This feels good!' I said, continuing to smile at her. If I had got up to move over to her, I think she might have run, or made some kind of fuss, like screaming, but I didn't and she seemed to feel sufficiently unthreatened to just watch as I wanked off. It didn't take long to cum and I shot a satisfactory load of spunk up into the air, which must have been a good sight for her. Then I thanked her for watching (I doubt. He gave one final, powerful thrust, groaning low in his throat, and emptied his seed into her. She brought back the image of her pretty, little house in the sunny grass to hold the tears at bay. He might see their gleaming tracks on her cheeks in the dim light. He wiped his softened, wet penis with her nightgown, discarding it on the floor when he was finished with it. As methodically as he had removed his clothing, he dressed himself. The sound of the zipper being tugged brought her back from.