My sweat shirt rode up over my ass and I knew that, not only was I exposed to the world, I also knew that from the way this man handled me there was n... way I could fight him. As he held me against the table with one arm and unbuttoned his pants with his other hand, I knew what was coming.He reached his free hand under me, feeling my ass and then fondled my pussy, massaging my slit and slipping a couple of thick fingers into me, he could feel my vagina and pussy lips quickly getting wet and. "I said nothing."What? Is it sex? Is that what you want?" Hmmm... I'm listening..." I can... I mean, I could let you..." Yes?" I could have sex with you, alright? If you let me go, I will have sex with you. Please, just untie me now."I remembered my thoughts as I watched her walk up the driveway, and wanted to see how far this girl would go."I don't know... I have a girlfriend for that..." Then what do you want? Please tell me..." Her eyes began to fill with tears."Well, there is something I've. Sure - threesomes and maybe wanking each other if we happened to be horny at the same time. But probably never trying to make love again.It started that weekend off on a sad note but Paul's Mom certainly made up for it.She was inventive and had very few boundaries. She welcomed me into the house with a hug that turned into a make out session with Paul watching.From there it was a blur of sex.She kept coming up with crazy ideas.....she wanted to speak to my Mom (who she hadn't really spoken to. Mirella answered. He was told I was not to be disturbed and she would inform me that he called.It was late evening before I hit the kitchen for much needed food and a very large mug of tea. I was part way through my second sandwich when Mirella appeared, not the easy going, ever smiling Mirella. The girl was pissed.Hands on hips, eyes flashing, and that aura some people have that makes me think of alarm bells, klaxons and air raid sirens.I’m British, I looked straight at her, took a sip of tea.