They might get something they wanted, but there was no real reciprocation. My concept of a relationship had not included mutuality. Now that it did, I...was able to look at a man differently, even though nothing about him had changed.Etienne was charming and I could see that with all his qualities, he could be someone it would be possible and even reasonable to care about.That was it; that was what had been missing. When the entire focus of a relationship is what he can do for me, it isn't. I am only assuming they were tied to the footboards because I was still blindfolded. The thing that really got my attention was the fact that there was a pair of very soft hands that was massaging my ass. It hurt like hell at first but as she continued to massage it, the pain lessoned to almost nothing. I assumed that she was putting some type of numbing ointment because when she stopped, I felt absolutely nothing on my ass cheeks.I was again left alone for I don't know how long. It seemed like. And in that position, I could feel my breasts being pushed outwards like they are being on display. Sick bastard.?Back Straight? he said. Tapping me hard on my back with his boots.And so I did. What choice did I really have? On my knees, my arms sort of tied together with my back straighten. I am sure that with my back straightened, my breasts look even more exposed – kind of like those porn movie posters where you see those female stars trying to show as much cleavage as possible to attract. She grabbed at it, and dashed back to the washing machine and threw it in. Her hands shaking, she washed the cups, then dried them and put them away. She returned to the lounge, but suddenly remembered that she had left a paper tissue in the pocket of her jeans so, not wishing to have it disintergrate in the wash she ran back and fumbled with the clothes until she removed the offending article. Ironically, as she did so, a glob of semen dripped from her, clinging stickily to her thigh. She used.