"Well Rebecca Stewart, as I explained before you got so carried away, I can hardly be blamed for not remembering you." I got carried away?" She protes...ed. "You seduced me." Hey, you're the one who picked the music and ordered me to play." OK, but you started it." She compromised. "We're both guilty."I let the argument rest, and began to think more serious thoughts. Would I be arrested as a child molester? Where was the rest of the family? How would this all end? Could I have gotten her. What was he doing to me? Or was I just beginning to get to know the real me? This was starting to scare me, even more than the overall situation. I began to cry. Mike stood up and walked towards my face. For a moment I thought he was going to comfort me, but instead I felt something being laid over my back, just below my shoulders. I trembled in fear as I realized that it was one of the ropes he took from the closet. He ran it under my arms, letting me keep full movement, but my back was. His movements started slowly, all the time telling me he would fuck any of my holes he liked. Saying I must like it as my juices were in full flow.He was right of course my juices were flowing freely. What was worse I could feel my orgasm getting close and knew I would scream when I did. I tried thinking of anything to take my mind from it even thinking or the chores I hate but to no avail. As his speed increased so the feeling got stronger till I heard myself screaming I was cumming and worse. I was screaming and holding onto his big back as we came together. Shuddering, shaking, sweating, smelly, satisfied. He collapsed on top of my body. I had never been fucked so deep and passionately like that in my life. This man NEEDED to fuck so bad, he was missing his wife, he was on the road, he was a virile strong man with very high sexual needs and I was the lucky guy who offered him the hole that his big cock needed for satisfaction. At times during the fucking I could tell he was trying.