“Don’t stop, pleaseeee,” she screamed. “Tell me,” he taunted; the tip of his cock teasing her hole, “I’m not moving an inch, until you ...o.” “I want…you…to…I want you to put your cock back inside me,” she whispered. “In where?” he prompted. “My pussy!” she growled. Beast grabbed her hips and slammed back inside her. His grunts filled the room, as he fucked the tiny woman with an almost bruising force. His body tensed. Throwing back his head, he roared, as his hot cum erupted from his cock. I found it stunning!Like the proverbial moth drawn to a flame I let my emotions and my erotic flashes speak. I asked if I could see what the leather pad felt like. Roger grinned and told me that I most certainly could. I knelt down on it as Roger showed me where to place my knees so the ankle shackles could be attached. I felt so vulnerable and yet that is perhaps just what caused me to ask to have my legs shackled. Roger had an efficiency with this gear that was demonstrative of lots of. She was in her fifties and her husband was in his early sixties. He worked for the highway department and she sometimes worked as a waitress at one of the small cafes in town. She was short and slightly over weight with red hair and freckles all over, but she had very large breasts. I had never really paid any attention to them until one day when I went over after school. When I went in the bathroom she had a couple of bra’s drying on the shower rod in the bathroom. Wow, I looked at the bras. Her nipples jutted out to make a fierce contrast, cherry red against her alabaster skin. ‘You can touch them if you want…’ she teased. ‘I won’t be angry.’ I smiled, still staring. She took her chance to get a kiss, brushing her small lips against my fuller ones, as if she were painting a picture. ‘You are right, Henriette,’ she said. ‘…very nice lips.’ I won a kiss from her then, soft, wet, and sweet. We kissed for a long time. I was lost in her, I hadn’t been touched in months, since Raymond.