She is bubbly, witty and inconveniently married. Lena’s husband, who I call ‘Bod’, is away on business most of the time. A civil engineer by pr...fession, he works for the World Bank on development projects that take him overseas for a year or more. I only met him once. A short, nondescript kind of guy who wore an NRA baseball cap on a dome-like, prematurely balding head. For most of the evening he lectured on the second amendment and told jokes about reinforced concrete. I knew Lena through my. A wave of vulnerability courses through your veins as you feel him guiding your bound hands above your head, the slight sound of another knot to something suspended from above. The stretch of your arms lifting your heaving bosom that bit more, your nipples pebbling as you mind plays havoc with your thoughts, the darkness before your eyes reflected in your ever more sinful desires. Blindfolded, wrists bound and supported from above, naked with the exception of your panties, stockings and heels,. She can see the alien woman’s breasts begin to bounce as the man has his way with her and their naked flesh colliding, but cock and cunt are hidden from her view.The alien woman tosses her hair back, moaning loudly and taking his cock as he pumps it back and forth in her drenched channel. The wet slap of their coupling fills the forest as the pace increases. His hands move, sliding down and around her breasts to take hold of and squeeze. The abundant flesh spills out from between his fingers.. ..........." Now moving his hand dangerously close to her vagina he whispered, "Phyllis, are you getting wet, I could swear that I can smell your arousal!?!" This couldn't be happening to her, a sharp career woman just sitting there and letting a total stranger feel her up and to top that off ask her the most intimate of questions, but for some reason she couldn't resist him, and in a small voice she offered, "Y-yes, I'm very wet, I can't seem to help it!!!" With only inches to go, and sweat.