It took up most of the second floor and the ceiling extended up through the next floor. It was designed around a large sunken pit with couches around ...he edge. There were that various restraints, cages, and bondage devices scattered throughout the room. There were a few chairs with stirrups and arm restraints, a couple of sex swings, and at the very center of the pit was what looked like a vaulting horse, but had shackles for arms and legs; it was clearly designed to have someone bent over it. Feed the wife breakfast in bed ... yeah, baby. Smoke ... check. Step outside to ... check the weather. Beautiful morning ... check. Smoke ... check."Hi Jo," said I, checking her out. 'Lookin good, keed, ' I'm thinking."'Mornin' sweetie," replied Jo. "Fire me up one of them Camels." Here ya go." Oh, yeah. Thanks. Love these straights. I don't understand people who smoke filters." So ... what do you want to do today?" You're off, right?" Yup." You holding?" Uh huh." Goody! Let's go to the park.". He went back outside, and looked at the road. He could barely see her, running hard down the gravel, toward the blacktop. She’d already made a mile, in just six or seven minutes.He hopped in his car, and drove after her.She heard the crunch of gravel under tires as she stepped foot on the black top. She turned, and her heart sank as she saw Bobby’s car. She didn’t have anything left in her. She was gasping for breath, and had a stitch in her side. When had it gotten this hard to run?It was. Their sex had been sporadic and uninspired recently. She raised her knees and reached around to angle the tip of his hard cock up against her pussy slit. She squeezed his member gently, moving it up and down her outer lips. It felt nice.He pushed. The tip of his turgid erection pushed into her about an inch. Angela gasped, surprised but pleased. "That's dangerous..." she cooed back at him, wiggling her ass to get him situated a little better inside her.While it had been a while since they had.