“It was their anniversary last night. I made a present of the champagne we won. She was half cut by the end of the quiz, but I bet he plied her with...more drink back in their room and they had the filthiest sex.”I wasn’t prepared for her quick hand on the front of my pyjamas. “You’ve got a hard-on thinking about that woman. I bet you wish you were fucking her last night.”Time to change tack. “Pity you had such a bad headache last night. We could have invited them round for a nightcap. What with. They don’t look like fakes. They don’t feel like fakes. Have seen and felt real gold before and can tell a genuine one from an artificial fake one. We have a lot of these things back in France and can tell real from fake. The boy doesn’t know the true value of these things. How could he have gotten possession of such things? Stupid boy. Obviously does not know what gold is. Maybe there were pirates here a long time ago, brought real gold with them and hid them, thinking they would come. Desdemona knew that there was no chance of him resisting, that he loved being treated this way, but she enjoyed tying him up during sex, it was a real turn on. Besides, he belonged to her, she could do whatever she wanted to him. She’d decided that she wanted to be able to move him around with ease, to switch positions as well as for other activities, so she’d bound his wrists tightly in front of him. The collar was fastened around his neck, a leash was clipped to the D ring and she held the. NirvanaAnd we move. My hands under each ass cheek she sits in them. Spreading herself wider with her own weight. She gets into a swinging motion and my hips thrust to match. Our mouths still devouring each other. Muffling the grunts and moans. It's all I can do not to cum before her. My balls slapping against her ass on each swing. The skin sticking just a second before releasing and another trust. I feel her start to tighten with the coming orgasm. Relieved I won't have to delay my release.