”“Very good. And this picture of a cat, why did you draw that?”“I just like cats.”“You didn’t feel any unusual urge to draw a cat?” Yu...g asked, peering at me curiously.“No…? I didn’t even realise it was going to be a cat until I was halfway through doodling.”What was this guy getting at? Why was he so interested in my ugly scrawling on the wall? Funnily enough, I usually had really nice handwriting.“Very good! Okay Gemma, we’re about ready to go to the second test, and good news! I get to. A million things rushed through her mind as to how this could be happening. But, as quickly as those thoughts and fears flooded her mind they disappeared with hearing one sentence whispered aloud. A deep, familiar, masculine voice whispered gently in her ear. ‘You are about to experience your wildest fantasies come true.’ She knew upon hearing the gentle utterance of those words that she was safe in her own home and the stranger whispering erotically in her ear was her lover…her husband. . And now Marcus tied me to the shed. He placed my legs wide a part, and tied my ankles, my knees and the waistband of the harness to the shed, and also fastened my upper body (with a rope that crossed between my breasts) and my head (with a ball-gag). I was pretty much immobile. "Mmmm". "Let me heat you up a little". He fondled my breasts, and played with the remote control, until I was becoming crazy for an orgasm. But he was good at judging when he must stop, so I didn't get my longing. His hip bones were digging into my thighs and I was kissing his neck. 7.5 inches and harder than I had ever felt it, nailing into me over and over again. He reached his fingers down and started circling over my clit. I immediately began trembling in his arms. His face lit up. He loves making me feel pure bliss. Way too soon, I was feeling myself reach the uncomfortable edge of orgasm. The blood was pumping so hard to my pussy I thought that I was going to pass out. With one especially hard.