I was in someone's basement they used as a junk room."Evening love," said the now familiar voice. "I brought you a littlesomething. Not too much but e...ough to keep you functioning so you don'tpass out again. There's nothing more boring than humping an inanimatelump of flesh."I wiggled around until I could get a look at my captor. As I'd alreadyguessed, he was heavy set. Shoulder length black hair framed a face thatlooked to be hastily slapped together with thick slabs of flesh. Bushyeyebrows. Then I took my bra off and replaced it with the bikini top. I looked at myself critically in the mirror. I'm rather pretty, I thought. I'm average height and slender, but not skinny. My little boobs looked good in a bikini. I didn't have any cellulose and my stomach was flat. I mussed up my severe and old-fashioned hair style to look a bit more like I was on vacation, donned a pair of flip-flop sandals, and away I went – my first day alone in a foreign country. I was both frightened and. "One day someone will-" He squeezed. "-fucking snap."There was a second of nothingness. Just raw anticipation. Anyone could look across from the neighbouring building and see me. See the power I worked so hard to attain stripped from me. I expected the thought to frighten me, but it had the opposite effect. It thrilled me to the core a moment before a stinging slap landed on my rump. A whimper escaped. It would have been louder but I caught my lip just in time. As the heat spread, Rob's. ” And in characteristically blunt fashion she spoke for a half hour about Matt and his needs, about how she pleased him, and by the time she finished my embarrassment was surpassed only by my arousal. Matt desires were wide ranging and robust and Kathy was his enthusiastic partner. I never imagined that a married couple could make love so often and in so many ways. And never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed that respectable, oh-so-proper Kathy was such a minx in the bedroom. Much of.