Your friend blurts out, "I want to go back to the club." I can see the anger wash over your face at your missed opportunity to stay here with me. Sh... gets up and you start to rise. "No way. You stay with the hottie," she says. "As long as you can." You turn red. Your breath catches as she excuses herself and leaves. You sit, face burning. I look into your eyes. "Don't be embarrassed. I am intoxicated by you as well." The words hang in the air. I take a sip of coffee. A small dab of milk on. I don’t need or want wine. I might have one beer at a party. There is a bottle of beer in our fridge that has been there since New Year’s Eve… two years ago. To use a phrase my wife uses, ‘I was born in the mood. No alcohol needed.’ The phrase I’d use about her is, ‘She was born in the mood, something changed and alcohol is now needed.’ I got her on our bed and we started doggy style. She begged me to do her hard and fast. I gave her what she asked for. The mirror on our closet doors allows me. You beg me to bite down on your other breast, saying that you'll come if I do. That's exactly what I want. I want you to come. HARD. So, I obey, and I bite down on your other breast, balancing on the fine line between pain and pleasure. With this familiar sensation on your other breast, you can feel your climax start to build, and fast. You start to breathlessly let out two of my favorite words over and over: "I'm coming" I'm coming!"As your orgasm starts to build with exponentially increasing. .......Taking her lead I tied her wrists tight behind her back and laid her sun lounger in the middle of the garden with her on it and her meaty legs hooked over the arms exposing her big gaping cunt. This fat fucking pervert was obviously enjoying her treatment despite the amount of blubbing and crying she had done because her cunt was dripping wet. I ran the end of the steel rule slowly up and down her open wet slit coating the end with her stinky fuck cream before sliding the rule into her.