She was tying him. ?Yes of course.? He replied, his dream altered by the thought of his wife riding him, her ass swallowing his prick as she knelt ove... his erection. She would control the fuck. This was her way of making the first time safe for her. The second would be different.It only took moments. The loops and the knots in the rope needed only to be tightened. He allowed her to tie him spread eagle on the bed, his prick like a flagstaff waiting for the flag. With a florish she pulled the. I could feel my body getting hot, and sweat starting to form on my face, making strands of my red hair dampen on my forehead. I let out a weak moan, and started to go along with his motion, grinding myself against his fingers, wanting to feel that strange pleasure that I was getting from him fingering me. “Mmm, ahh… good girl,” he whispered into my ear. His voice sounded hoarse, yet sensual, as if he was getting turned on by my actions. “Mmmm, yes s-sir,” I cooed in response. I wanted to bring. The shit smell was not the smell of a broken sewer or a bad gas station rest room. It was the smell of shit in a war — the smell of torn, ruptured intestines. In all my nightmares since I had left the service, even my buried internal demons had not had the power to force me to remember that odor. I guess I had repressed it, since I recognized it now. The other powerful, soul-tearing smell that I could identify was the sick, sweet odor of burning human flesh. Idly, I lay there wondering if the. As I neared the table, Andy rose to greet me. “Wendy! I’m so pleased you came. I’m so sorry about James.” He took my hand in his and kissed me politely on the cheek like an old friend. We sat facing each other across the table, the incredible view immediately to my left. “It is an amazing place, isn’t it?” he said as if in awe himself. “Do you eat here often?” “It’s my first time. I wanted to take you somewhere special. Both of you,” he added hastily. “Jamie’s really sorry but...” “I know. He.