.still quite wet, so I knew then this girl in my arms was on an adventure, but still scared to leave. She needed me to make her, to take her, but was ...ncertain if she could trust me to make it good for her.I whispered in her ear "I know you're loving this aren't you?"Big sigh and laying her head on my shoulder.. "God yes! ..it's just, unexpected." Just do as I say, and trust me babe, you're not ready for all this cruelty, but you have to obey or it will be" Will you?" I asked"Yes"I smacked her. I felt the fresh air rushing in and I inhaled deeply. The stale air inside that little bag over my head was quickly replaced with breathable air. I felt him reaching under the bag and I was dismayed to learn I’m not to have my sight returned after all. He’s placing a blindfold over my eyes. When it was secure he lifted the bag from my head. I’m grateful for the fresh air but I’m still blind and mute and totally helpless and it’s terrifying.Things suddenly got a lot worse. As soon as my captor. She loved rough fucking, but this was really pushing her limits. Her father’s grip was tight and strong around her neck. He had a firm hand holding her hip bone at the pelvis, and the other squeezing her throat just below her jaw. Despite his forceful thrusting, he was able to keep her body firmly in place. She didn’t care about the lack of oxygen at the moment. She just wanted to cum on his thick cock. His fucking had been hard, fast, deep, and just a little painful. Each stroke pressed. We decided to give those ideas a try and, believe it or not, they worked.In fact, they worked too damn well.We started out trying role-play and things went great for the first few months; the trouble started when Lorrie asked me what my biggest fantasy was. In fact, I had several, hitting a hole-in one, bowling a three hundred game, hitting the lottery, but I had no sexual fantasies - none, nada, zip. Lorrie kept pressing me to give her a sexual fantasy so finally I picked one out of the air -.