May, of course, had never worried about any of this. She was May, the first born. Glamorous and beautiful May. It wasn't for her to worry about others... And so May had gone through life like that, only concerned about herself and her fun.May returned to consciousness many times after that, but always to pain, a deep all consuming pain. Pain and a growing fear. For she was May and these things didn't happen to her. Things like this happened to other, drab people, not to glorious, glamorous May.. You can see the wetness on her bald pussy very clearly and know she is much more than ready to take what is coming to her. Moving behind her you take her hand and clip it to a chain coming strait down. Her hand was streched forward in front of her, not painfully so but also not allowing her to move it much less bend it. Next her other hand was cliped to the chain beside the first. The upwards location of her now secured arms pushed her large breasts forward, the large nipples hard and begging. That wasn’t enough of course we need to feel each other.So the day she told me she is coming back after a week, I was in heaven and though of all the possible poses of fucking her. I did not masturbate for this days because I wanted to shoot my complete load into her and finally the day had come, she came early in the morning @ 7 in the morning. She called me and asked me to come down, I thought she must be coming with her family but to my surprise she came alone and asked me to open the main. "Do you want to go to Starbucks and talk?" I asked. I wanted to end on a much higher note."Starbucks?" she questioned."Yeah, I'm not a coffee drinker but I don't want tonight to end yet."Amy's eyes cleared up. She smiled and said, "I don't want it to end either. I've had a very fun time."I took a deep breath to strengthen my nerve and wiped a tear from under her eye. She didn't flinch or look repulsed or tell me to "fuck off!" Hey! I could do this dating thing!"I wanted to see this movie," she.