Movies, stories, pictures, chat rooms, professional, amateur, it didn't matter what kind. She loved looking at it. She loved masturbating to it. There...were a couple of sites that she frequented. They had good erotic stories and good chat rooms. Those were the things that she liked the best. When she read, she put herself in the story. But when she chatted she was the story, she could twist and turn it anyway she wanted. As long as she had a skillful partner, mind you. She logged on to her. With the second strap, around my throat, my body is almost securely fastened. Then they pull my legs apart and push them into the holders of the chair. Also, they tie leather straps around my thighs and ankles. Last, my arms too are spread and pressed into the chair’s holders and fixed with leather straps. Then they pull my arm-holders back, so that at last I’m spread-eagled, helplessly unable to move on this satanic chair. After the guys once again have checked that the straps are tightly. I slipped out of my jeans and checked my panties, the front panel was moist and warm. Looking for a distraction, I curled into a recliner, grabbed the TV remote and channel surfed until I found a fluffy teen romance called ‘The Truth about Cats and Dogs.’ The plot was straight from Cyrano de Bergerac, but at least the characters were sympathetic and engaging. However, if the goal had been to take my mind off sex, it wasn’t working. The lead characters had were having marathon candle-lit. It felt so amazing as every inch slid inside and she wrapped her arms around me and moaned in pleasure as she felt my bare dick enter her body. I kissed her so hard and began to fuck her harder. Our bodies were glistening in sweat as we passionately fucked. I fucked her from on top for a few minutes as she came multiple times, then she got up, turned around and let me fuck her from behind. I had to stop for a few seconds when she reached underneath and started playing with my balls. She then.