Mmm. I hook my fingers. I imagine they are the head of some cut rock hard cock, hitting my g spot. I move my other hand to my clit and rub it while my...other hand continues to finger fuck my pussy. But still, I have this insatiable horny feeling. This isn't enough. I slide my ass down and off the toilet seat. Now my back is resting on the toilet seat, I'm looking down at my pussy as I continue to finger fuck and rub it. I take the hand that was rubbing my clit (it's quite lubed up from doing. We experiment a lot with lovemaking in various places and various ways, and we both love it. But sometimes I'm just feeling bitchy or frisky and I try to make demands. When I get into these moods, my lover has to take control and put me in my place. Of course, I know where these demands lead me; right into tight ropes and pain! It had been a wonderful day at the office. I'd finally finished a project I'd been working on for the last month or so, and for the first time I felt like I could really. (Some times its fun to just rip their clothing of and fuck the shit out of them in a quickie rape but I wanted to last and enjoy this one.) I finished up my shower and toweled off. I let her watch the monitors for another half hour steadily increasing the volume until the screams from the tapes were almost defening.When she looked like she was sufficiently traumatized I turned off the lights and the monitors leaving her in total darkness. I snick in to the room and stood there for a while. I was too worried and anxious to sleep and my companions were quiet so I was left to my thoughts, the last thing I needed.Sunrise arrived, though it brought no relief from my troubles, the sunshine barely lessening the gloom inside the vehicle or inside my mind.Morgan began insisting I sleep when I refused to eat, but I knew the events of the past twelve hours would only follow me so I kept shrugging her off. I ended up laying my head on her lap, my legs tucked up on the seat, to placate her.I.