I continued to watch. What was I to do? I was tempted to just barge in and spoil the moment but decided that was not what Dee would want. With the fee...ings of excitement and arousal I was experiencing, nor did I.================= oOo =================I continued to watch, fascinated, as Dee continued this dance of passion oblivious to my observation; a slow motion performance that was both erotic and exciting. I watched as Dee reached behind her back toward his cock and realised he wasn’t. "If you insist," was all Ben could say I had Ben's keys and my shoes on in seconds. I couldn't wait to get to his truck. I practically ran to it. "What's your hurry?" Ben asked like he didn't know. "I just can't wait for you to be inside... your truck." I said. Ben smiled and quickened his pace. Jumped in the passenger seat while I started the engine and put it into drive. I drove two blocks and put the truck in park. Ben was ready and knew what I wanted he undid his seat belt while I was. I wanted to again. It felt like rushing water cascading down the walls of my vagina. I remember when it happened I had very little to no control over any part of my body. I had to roll off of him or collapse on top. As soon as I did, he was on top, fucking my brains out some more. Well at least until he got off. We fucked for hours. Well, probably at least an hour plus. I don’t think I had sex more then 15 minutes start to end in the last decade. Where did all the fucking go? The ‘I don’t care. He stands by one of the dining room chairs and demands I come over. I stand by it and he orders me to lean over it. I do of course but as I do I notice the straps on the legs. Master takes his time in tying me to the chair. My legs to the back legs and my hands to the top of the front legs. My boobs are hanging down and my nipples still rock hard. My bare bum is sticking out and I’m sure my pussy is going to drip on the floor soon. Master walks around me and inspects his handiwork, inspects his.