I could feel her blouse brush against my arm, her small breasts beneath the fabric. She touched my wrist. I could hear her breathing."Michael, please,... she said. "Look at me." Her eyes were bloodshot, wet. She looked at me pleadingly."I don't enjoy this," she said. "I didn't enjoy - it." Don't enjoy it?" I was mocking her now, my voice two octaves above its usual tone."Michael!" She inhaled, and then repeated herself. "I did it - for us." She paused, looking. Then, in a different tone of voice:. "Yes! Now stop teasing me!" Oh ho! I see how things are, never mind, no presents for you!"You stamp your feet, "Richard! That's not fair! It's against the rules!" What rules? I don't remember there being any rules like that." Well, there are! I'm sure of it, now tell me, please!?" your voice quivers as you ask, trying to weaken me with your feminine wiles.I grin wickedly, "Humm maybe, but close your eyes and no peeking!" I admonish sternly. "As a matter of fact, turn around, yes yes, no giving. She started kissing me all over my face while riding me like I was a bull. It didn’t take long for her to climax and I didn’t have the voice to let her know and I discharged a massive amount of cum up inside her. We hadn’t talked about whether she was protected or not. I hope so, or both of us will be in a shit-load of trouble.She stopped, as my cum left me and entered her. “Oooh dear God, Michael. I remember how much you cum. Fill me up, let me have it all, please?”This was different from the. ?Now locate the other cuff and fasten your free bed to the bed. She was aware that the dildo remained unused and wondered if he had forgotten about it. It then occurred to him that it was not intended for her use but for his. His voice then was gone, replaced by soft classical music: not loud enough to deafen her but loud enough to block out any other sound that may be in the room. She lay there for a while, the music filling her blocked senses. She was aware that she was becoming more and more.