I seem to lose all sense of what is around me, the only thing that exists is what I’m doing and what is being done to me. It’s a very freeing sta...e, and I think that this is the reward that many those in BDSM seek.He slowly tied the other end of each rope to a corner of the bed, I heard him say softly “It really is too bad this isn’t a four poster bed, but we’ll make due” and I let his words create an image in my mind of four columns of wood, the kind with the ball on the top. He made sure. ‘No thank you, Danny. I think I might have a better idea,’ and with that, got up and she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom shower. When we arrived there, she turned on the water, adjusting it to a sensuously warm flow, as I grabbed a washcloth and joined her in the shower. I slowly soaped down her slender body, rubbing the washcloth over her soft skin. After I washed her neck, I leisurely proceeded to her firm breasts, spending an extra amount of time there as she tenderly massaged. I reached over to the bedside table and picked up a banana flavoured condom. Amy had an obsession with flavoured condoms, so I obliged. Putting the condom on felt as though it took forever, with endorphins flowing and adrenaline running high. I picked up her ankles and threw them over my shoulders once more. The tip of my cock was stroking her pussy, before the tip entered her tight hole. She gripped the pillow tightly. I pushed in a few more inches, until my whole cock was deep inside of. . oh... Jesus... Christ... cuuummming." My fingers were in all the way and I could feel the contraction of her cunt walls as the ripples of fuck pleasure washed over her. "Cuuummming, Jam... ie... oh... yes... !" I kept jamming my fingers in deeper and deeper. She humped and humped, jerking to another orgasm. "Oh... my... oh... fuck... fuck... fuck... !" Then she slumped against the back of the seat, temporarily satiated. I knew better. I had gotten her off like this several times before. I.