And the damn dildo was ever so slowly answering the call of gravity besides your best efforts to hold it in place but the fingers were still pumping i... to your pussy stretching you and making you so wet. You sensed movement. You were being slowly untied. First you’re head, then the ropes around your breasts, then... no, your hands were still tied to your waist. You tried to grope around with them only to be rewarded with a light swat with what you now knew was your whip that we bought the day. The request was supposed to be routine, the mere fact that Paris Hilton agreed to appear on the show should have been the guarantee that she would agree to have sex with me, especially after Lindsay Lohan and Drew Barrymore had supposedly praised me up. So it came as a major shock when she point blank refused to have sex with a nobody like me. It was at that point that Adam took the bit between his teeth and asked her why she had agreed to appear on the show knowing as she did what would be. I tried removed my shirt. But she started to hold my hand and started unhooking my shirt buttons one by one… I sucked her lips for a while then I inserted my tongue into her mouth. She hugged me more tightly and started sucking my tongue. After a long kiss I gripped her from ass and lifted her up and brought her on the bed. We both lay on the bed with arms around each other and continued kissing. After about fifteen minutes I started kissing her neck, ears and finally her breasts. I reassured. Beer went down well, as did the memories but as the drink kicked in he opened up. Said things about his wife, what she had done, how it had destroyed him. He confessed that he hadn’t been able to get up for ages, the confessed that the night before he had seen my wife through a crack in the bedroom door. She had his back to him but had caught a view of the side of her breasts. It had stirred something in him, which resulted in a hard on. He did what all blokes would have done, wanked it off..