These went around my ankles and had cuffs right on the bottom for your wrists. i put them on as i was told. by wearing the restraints, i was standing...straight up and bent over to where my head was almost touching the ground and my wrists where chained to my ankles. i was unable to move and was forced to just do as she instructed. she takes out a camera and starts taking pictures of me. of course i am so embarresed by this. but as i would soon find out, that would be the least embrrasing. She noticed it She understood what I want.She invited me to come inside.Then I sat on sofa thinking how to seduce her.When she went to the kitchen to get water the her big ass caught my eyes.They were moving in rhythm.After having water She sat beside me and started chatting with me that I know you were staring at my boobs .I said no Didi it’s not like that.she said even I like you handsome.come on you are an 18 year grown up young good looking guy.many girls would like to have sex with you in. He could see I was getting into a pickle so he helped in his usual manner and tore the garment from me and tossed it over my head onto the back seat, now a rag, like my panties, ripped and devoid of any further use.His sexual approach was tinged with v******e, he fucked me for his own pleasure, ramming hard into me, his finger all the way up my backside, twisting and turning, at one point he asked me if I was enjoying it, he was rubbing his cock from inside my ass, in a similar way as described. I would have to live the consequences, no matter what they would be. I screamed louder into the gag. "Mmmrrrrrrrrrrffffffff!", but my husband just looked at me and smiled. "I guess I should get into character as well." He reared his hand back and slapped me gently across the face, breaking one of the taboos we had set down when we started bondage play. I looked at his smooth face in contempt- there was no way he thought the slap was acceptable. "Quiet down, woman, or your.