Setting the clock hand at two would give her plenty of time to thoroughly bind herself and still observe his time constraints on the release side.The ...ext step was locating herself in the room. Two screw-eyes protruded from opposite walls were perfectly placed for her purposes. They would position her in the centre of the room, directly under the loop of rope which hung at neck level from the beamed ceiling, well away from furniture or anything else in the room, and within several inches of the. "So I have become the slut you wanted me to be, that night," she teased more to break my silence. "You would be proud of me. What a slut I was!"She was increasing the strength of her thrusts meanwhile, "You must... ahn... You must have seen me, taking his huge cock!"I was giving up to her power of seduction. I was still not moving with her, but my resistance was already broken by the images she created in my brain. I felt the pleasure spread from my crotch to the rest of my body."It was so. I moaned again.‘You have a lovely pussy, Prissy Girl. Hairy little minx, aren’t you? You look so wet. Mmm, maybe…’I felt her hand slip between my legs, and I could feel her fingers stroking the outside of my pussy lips. She was right - I was very, very, wet! This time my moan was a lot louder, and I parted my legs for her, encouraging her to play with me.A finger slid into my pussy, and I almost jumped off Kate’s lap! Oh - My - God! That felt so good! And so intimate! The first time anybody. She didn’t seem to mind, but after a couple more kisses and a tentative attempt to get my hand under the outsize teeshirt (advertising the Pirates - not a band I imagined she’d like) she turned back onto the other side, so she was facing away from me, but towards the writhing bodies under the duvet. There wasn't much light from the stereo, but she must have been able to see the duvet moving , same as I was.I wasn’t totally dissuaded. I tried kissing the back of her neck. It sort of worked. She.