There were three or four pillows under her hips so that her ass was thrust high up into the air. Her head was resting on another pillow. She was wea...ing a thick leather blindfold and had a bright red ball gag in her mouth. Drool wet the pillow slightly beneath her face. Standing beside her, Kevin could see what looked like soft wax sealing her ears. She had obviously put herself in this isolation restraint, and just as obviously had probably been held in place like this, cut off from. Slowly she began to repeat the rhythmic movements she'd seen my own hand performing earlier. She moved her other hand and tenderly caressed my balls before moving it and using her fingers to softly play with my swollen head. I moved my hand to caress her back, the only part of her I could reach. We kept up this mutual touching for an age. Fortunately her slow manipulations, though extremely pleasurable, were not enough to bring me to orgasm.I leaned further forward and pulled her to lie with. Punishment or no, I really did want to see him. And I wanted to be a good slave for him. I turned on the stereo in the hopes of a distraction. I turned the stereo off, not liking the noise emanating from it.I opened the window to let the air blow my hair around. I closed it, feeling anger as the tips of my hair whipped distractingly at my left cheek and across my face.I started to sweat as the sun beat down on the car, as the window magnified the heat. Reaching out, I turned on the air. . er ... stimulating.” Both Charie and I blushed at the obvious reference to our wild sex after we parted.With a sneer John asked, “Is that why you look like walking wounded this morning?”Charie’s face resembled the bulb on a thermometer—deep red. “Wise ass,” I replied.Giving her husband him a lovingly knowing look Penny took his hand and with a smirk said, “Maybe we just paced ourselves a little better Gary.” Her comment could have been considered sarcastic but it was just Penny being matter.