She was riding at what felt like a full gallop. I held on until I felt her pussy tighten around me. She rode up almost letting me fall out, paused for...a few seconds and plunged down fast and hard. As she did I let go with the longest and fullest stream of rope I ever had. Shay screamed, “I’m CUMMING. OH OH OH YEAH. This is SOOOO GOOD! I don’t want it to stop!” With that she squirted all over Maria and me as I filled her pussy with my seed. She kept riding my cock getting me to empty into her. She wasn't scared – not yet at least – but she was shocked. “This is my room,” she said, gesturing around her. “You have no right to be here. No right. Now get the hell out!” Her tone was demanding and it just made Marius smile, knowing what he had planned.He didn't answer; instead he took another step toward her. Marius had a red rope, brand new and made specially for this moment of a very strong but soft material. He tossed the red tope over her in a practiced gesture that succeeded as. .? As usual in torture, time does not exist. We do not know the hours by which we die. We hang, limp, helpless, in great pain. We do not struggle or strive to escape our fate. We are too utterly lost. Too totally delivered to pain and eventual death. The four are probably laughing at their final joke as they jolt across the desert road. They used us. We will remember them by the loops upon our thumbs. The hours pass slowly, but they pass. The darkness comes and goes. We do not sl**p. I suppose. " Were you having an affair or something?" No, no. I just had some friends online that I chatted with about things ... sexual things. Anyway, I had written a story about ... ohhh, how do I say this?" Molly sighed."It's O.K., Mom. Just say it." Well, I wrote a story about a mother and her adult son, having an affair. And I posted some other fantasies about things like that. Including about a mother having desires for her teenage son." Are you serious? You put that on the Internet?" Yes. And ....