” She nods. I grab her purse and blazer and set them on the passenger seat of my car. I grab a silk kerchief and use it to gag her. I grab another s...lk kerchief and pull her hands gently behind her back and tie her hands.I reach under her skirt and slowly run my hands up her inner thighs, I can feel her juices running down her thighs. I can feel her shiver and I whisper again to her, “You know who I am now, don’t you?” She nods again and I can see her smile behind her gag.“I love what you wore. She began to stroke it, leaning forward and kissing it, sucking it into her mouth … looking up at me, winking - I slowly laid back on the bed, she wasted no time, straddling my body. Rubbing her pussy back and forth over my shaft, then carefully easing me up into her. I felt some resistance, she giggled, “I’m still a virgin, but push hard and break it, I’m sure the pain won’t last long” One quick upward thrust and she screamed, I stopped, concerned that I had hurt her. She sat perfectly still. I don't blame you. All I ask is that until we get out of this mess you try not to hold what happens against me."He kissed me and said, "I promise not to hold it against you if you promise not to get too upset when I get an erection. I don't want to see you hurt, but some of the things I saw in that movie got me pretty excited. And I don't suppose that you have forgotten how I reacted when I came home last night." It's going to get worse," I told him. "Nathan has a handful of duplicates of our. He fed the dogs, made himself a cup of tea and picked up the paper. That was habit. He left it unopened as his mind ranged over the last two days: full days and blissfully happy days. He relived the scene in the jewellers, Deborah's hesitant choice of ring and his immediate agreement. Her happiness. Her dealing with the pompous maître d'hôtel. Her happiness. Their teasing and tickling on the way home. Her happiness. The enthusiasm of his sons and their wives. Her happiness. And on and on. Her.