She ate healthy and worked out regularly. Only 5’3”, her hips and waist were normally proportioned. She kept her dark red hair shoulder length and...her matching crotch carpet medium trimmed.She was 45 now and had been through two marriages and countless affairs. One-night stands happened but were pretty rare. Good advice from her mother and her male mentor helped her pick better bedmates throughout her life. She strongly preferred getting to know the person inside the body before sharing hers.. "Her beautiful face cracked into a mischievous smile. "You are such a bad boy," she purred."Ahuh."She gazed up, still damp from the shower, and fixed me with a saucy stare. "Still, it's nothing you didn't see yesterday, right?" Right," I agreed.She winked, then stepped around me to head for Stacy's bedroom. I twisted to watch. The towel only d****d her front, and so she was completely naked from the back. Her sexy little butt rolled as she walked, the little globes of her buttocks undulating. He slowly tied the other end of each rope to a corner of the bed, I heard him say softly “It really is too bad this isn’t a four poster bed, but we’ll make due” and I let his words create an image in my mind of four columns of wood, the kind with the ball on the top. He made sure that I had some movement of my arms and legs, not enough to touch anything but enough to keep any muscles from cramping. This wasn’t about pain, this was about deprivation. He whistled softly, some tune I didn’t. ?I felt myself getting wet in that already-been-fucked-ready-for-more way. I rolled over on my back and spread my legs to show him how I was feeling. ?Master, please don?t give me a choice on the matter. I want you to make me do it, please, master.? ?You want to cum again, don?t you whore???Yes master.??We?ll see cunt.? He said, with the smile that let me know that he was going to let me cum, after I suffered a bit. It was about a week later, on Saturday early afternoon that he came into.