He needed some time to think things through. So why was there a woman sitting on his porch?He stopped the pickup at the garage door and hurried out of...it. He was not in the mood for someone selling something, especially if she were selling herself."Hey, lady. This is private property. You can't be here."The woman stood. She looked good in her tight blue jeans and white blouse. She reached down and pulled her purse over her shoulder."I am sorry to bother you, Mr. Woodson. But if I could just. "Bend over!" Miranda said, as you got a shove from behind making you lose your balance slightly & topple forward onto the bench hard. The blow of landing on the table without being able to put out your hands winded you & your weight crushing down on the clamps, sent a searing pain through your 38DD breasts. The rope lead was fastened around the bench holding you down, although with your arms fastened behind your head, you wasn't sure if you would be able to stand unaided anyway. Whilst crouched. It was different from what He had previously set her and deep down she feared failure... and His wrath. She scratched around in the garden shed, searching for the rope she knew was there, her mind blocking out the fact the shed was full of spiders and god knows what else. The thin beam of her torch swept across the blackened room, till her eyes spotted what she had been searching for. Coiled like a waiting serpent her fingers trembled as she picked up the length of rope. letting its coarseness. Precum oozed pretty regularly now and I took the opportunity to lick and suck his cock again. My left hand wandered between his cheeks, my thumb massaging the outside of his ass, rubbing him, rubbing the wetness from my mouth all over his ass. I leaned over and took a bit more of his cock in my mouth and at the same time tilted my index finger a bit, probing his ass. He arched up, pushing his cock into my mouth. I should have expected it but it surprised me just a bit and I had to back off just.