I looked at the woman. Dressed like a slut! Black basque, fishnets, strappy heels and long gloves. She was bent over the bed, face down, ass up. Her m...ni skirt pulled up around her waist and knickers around her leg, just above her ankle. She was blonde and had on plenty of make-up. And she was in bondage! She had on a black leather head harness with a big red ballgag. A studded black dog collar. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed and clipped to a metal spreader bar. The perfect submissive ‘fuck. I went to the lounge room and took the phone off the hook so it didn’t ring and spoil the entertainment.What he didn’t know was that the bathroom in our en suite opened to the laundry on the other side so we could walk from the laundry through the bathroom to our bedroom.Walking down the corridor I entered the laundry and closed the door and went into the bathroom were the door was almost closed But to be sure I put the small hook into the eye on the wall so he couldn’t open the door if he did. Kathryn screamed in continuous climax as the skies flailed in a futile and failed attempt to drown her passion. Luke dragged her to the end of the rock and stood, bending her legs back and hammering her cunt, giving in to a raw, atavistic, primal need to conquer beyond recourse.The heavens drenched them with tears, wailing with desire and loss, howling in pain and ecstasy. Weeping without respite for a love beyond the cruelty of time. For a union that would last forever, yet might never again. The room stank like sex and she wrinkled her nose but continued to follow him. When they reached the bed, he lifted her up under her arms and rested her upper body over the corner of the bed. He then positioned himself behind her and raised her upward until her pussy was level with his hips. She braced herself on her elbows and heard him push down his sweats.He lined himself up and thrust fully into her, sheathing her sopping pussy with a slap as his stomach hit her backside. She couldn’t help.