The swinging thing was more her hubby's thing, even if she enjoyed being fucked by different guys this was much better. She said she needed to get bac... home, we had been in the mini-van for over an hour since we left the store. Mary looked like she had been fucked good. Her hair was a total mess and most of her clothes were wrinkled. I could see her pussy as she sat up and my cum was still leaking out of her. She grabbed some tissue paper and started to clean up her soaked pussy. I could not. I recognized her from the school events we’d both attended but this was the first time I could observe her closely. She had her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of black coffee to warm up. Her fingernails were manicured with pale pink, pearlescent nail polish. From somewhere the sound of giggles drifted in.Alia was a lovely lady. About my age or a couple of years younger, her skin was the color of ebony, her hair jet black and straight-looking yet formed by small tight waves. Her large,. Lightly she began assault my nipples by kissing, sucking, and biting them exacerbating my already engorged and restrained member. It begged for freedom and acknowledged the effort was futile, there would be none of what I wanted or needed. It was all about her. Whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it and however, she wanted it. My endless submission is, was and will continue to be tested at her beckoning and call. A collar was strapped to my neck and she then proceeded to unlock my hands. Not only was I considering wetting the bed to relieve the pain in my bladder, I was becoming frightened that I might never escape. I imagined I would simply die, still locked to the bed. I had quite a bit of movement, but I couldn't reach anything using my feet. It was hopeless.I detected the faintest signs of a footfall before I heard someone working the heavy door catch. Rather than cry out I remained silent. I listened with fear to every noise. I had been imagining dreadful scenarios for too.