Perhaps you don’t believe me? The attached photograph should help.Your friend.I looked at the picture. It was Sara. Even with a sleep mask on, I cou...d tell it was Sara. She was tied to a bed. Her wrists tied to either side of the headboard and her ankles tied to the feet of the bed. Her legs were wide open exposing her pussy. She seemed to be smiling. I studied the picture. ‘Is this what attracts her to McIntyre? Is this what she gets off on?’My thoughts were disturbed By Alec Johnson’s email. "Did you fuck him tonight?" She nodded, and practically purred out her response. She'd had anniversary sex with her husband (my friend); Nice, slow and loving; The exact opposite of why she'd come here. "Sometimes a girl just wants to fuck". Lucky me.I took her from behind, hard, and before long had her moaning with pleasure. We ended up switching positions, and I found myself on my back, with Anna on top of me. She rode me hard, her body rocking up and down on my cock, making her C-Cup tits. Then he began to fit the gag to my face. It was similar to the gag that had been strapped onto me the night of the “scene” only in the sense that it had a ball and locked in the back. This one actually had a harness that ran under my chin and upwards across my face, on either side of my nose, to a link at my forehead, and then continued back across the top of the head and connected in the back. Hanging loose from one side of the strap which actually held the ball in my mouth was a flap. I. So on the following Saturday Lance arrived early and proceeded to apply his makeup. As he sat at her dressing table Cassandra laid out his clothes on the bed. It was a short pleated black silk miniskirt and a matching top. This would be the first time he would be dressed in street clothes."Now if at anytime you feel uncomfortable you need only to say the word stop," she informed him.About two hours later his makeup was complete and he placed the wig on his head. Once it was brushed and sprayed.