I was soon dropping her off at her house. Ashley and I would talk about everything. She was always tell me these stories of her past boyfriends and s...me of the wild times they had had. She marveled about how comfortable it was to talk to me so openly like that. As our commuter talks went on I could tell she got wet telling me of her sexual encounters and I would get such a raging erection that I could hardly concentrate on my driving. Ashley knew we were both on the verge of exploding. She. ’ Suddenly words started coming out of me that I couldn’t control. I started telling him to ‘stretch out my tight little hole you motherfucker.’ I was screaming ‘harder’ I was pleading for him to go ‘faster.’ I let him know he owned my pussy. I don’t even know what else I was screaming. I’m sure I called him daddy. I couldn’t stop screaming ‘oh shit, Jesus Christ and don’t stop.’ I could feel myself about to peak. I demanded him to suck my nipples until they turned purple. He obeyed. All she could feel was the increasing pressure at it tightened her bonds. Slowly it rose up her calves, over her knees and up her thighs, around her waist. As she felt the pressure increasing with the rising of the tape, she began to worry about her poor crushed tits. Would he skip over them or were they in for more pain in being further crushed in the bound and clamped state? Just as he did with the plastic wrap, at first he went around them, framing them, allowing her to believe they might. I was starting to get hard. Good thing I was wearing jeans too. I didn't want my boner to betray me.Her scent was still attacking my senses, but I wanted more. I was nervous, but I asked anyway. She showed me where the bathroom was and she returned to the kitchen. I went in and shut the door behind me. I looked for a lock but there wasn't one. It didn't matter. Even if she caught me, chances are she would just throw me out. I went through her laundry basket, searching for a pair of used.