.... Should she, shouldn't she? .... It took just a few moments to decide,and she instinctively knew she'd made the right decision, the proof would sh...w later that evening.Slipping on her black suede heels, simple, elegant and tall they accentuated her toned calfs and smooth thighs, the straps of her suspenders following the curve of her round arse, she'd never worn suspenders before often preferring lace hold ups, but as she ran her fingers over her belly, onto her hips, down the side of her. Such pain was just too much to resist for such a young guy, this made me snap out of it, and I got to know some knowledge about a dark skinned man in front of me, who did untie the hogtie round my both feet and neck, and also untie my hands too, but this ones had a prize, of course, which was only to untie them from those strong chains, to tie them again, now on my back, having my both hands perfectly tied with a large rope, having my arms into a right triangle shape, then he just use some rope. Again I tried to pull away but he had too good of a hold on me as he thrust forward one more time, grunted and started to cum. He held my head still and after the first two spurts splashed against my throat I just felt my whole mouth fill with his hot salty tasting cum. After it seemed like he was finally finished cumming I tried to pull away so I could spit it out on the floor. He still wouldn't release his grip on me even when I put my hands on his thighs and tried to push away. He just held. ‘That’s not the man I fell in love with! That’s not the man who stormed a factory with nothing but smoke bombs, not knowing what could be inside. That’s not the man who drove willingly into the face of danger and threats to be with a woman he cares for. Paul… it doesn’t matter, all those things you said. What we accomplish is unique to each of us. Our paths have been different, and they’ve made us into the people we are now.’ Kat reached across and grasped my hands off the steering wheel. She.