Enter the girlfriend.Curious by nature and suspicious of my clandestine behaviour over the consignment and its content, she could not help but inquire...about it. There she lay on my stomach and tried to put the Spanish Inquisition to shame.‘Can you leash someone with it?’‘Well, I suppose you could …’‘Is it a cock ring?’‘Uhm, not quite.’‘Is it a chastity belt?’Spot on. Devious little thing. I hesitated a bit before confirming. Her grin went from ear to ear and a demonic gleam appeared in her. Again, she cried out, “Oh, it’s too big! Massive.”I don’t know whether it was the play-acting or a new-born positivity, but I found myself able to thrust and thrust again into her welcoming passage where her own muscles were flexing around my shaft.Soon, I discovered how it was affecting Connie as she began her pitiful pleading, “Oh, God, he’s fucking me too hard. He’s setting my cunt on fire.” Then came her change, as I was able to apply greater thrust, which her eager loins were responding. We talked about family, her two now teenage daughters, her husband Jim and how hard he worked so that she could stay home and clean the house and do the laundry, and added to that list, the time to enjoy a wonderful massage from Pete at least once a month. As time went on, Barbara began talking about her lack of sex and boring Puritanical sex at that. Jim did not satisfy her fantasies or even allow her to attempt any kind of sexual dominance. Jim didnt even want to hear talk about fantasies.. He pulled her arms and legs up together and linked the chains together in to a hog tie. You could her soft ?wow? leave her lips. He pulled her body down to the end of the bed and grabbed her chains and pushed himself deep in her body. All she could say was ?yes please?. He used the chains to constantly pull her deeper on him. He could feel her inner muscles tighten around him, trying to milk him. Their bodies mixed together, the feelings of submission and loving touches drove her body pleading.