What would he think, if he knew? Sex was one thing. The sex Scott and I had just engaged in was a whole other thing. It made my stomach spin just thin...ing about it. I stood up. The door to the en suite was open. I could get dressed and leave, shower at home, try and wash away the reality of what had just transpired. Or I could stick around.I walked to the en suite. It was warm, steam already rising from the running shower. Scott saw me before I had a chance to escape. “Get in,” he said. “It’s. I thought it was curious. So one time as we kissed I asked him straight up if he would like me to wear one. He said he had never been with a girl who did but said yeah. So I wore a makeshift one made from some old nylon stockings, it worked. Perhaps I am sensing the extra arousal it gives men by limiting my senses or masking part of my face. I've always enjoyed wearing costumes, so maybe that is part of it. Being kissed or sexed while wearing one adds an element of uncertainty that makes my. . Faster..."Her eyes snapped open and her mouth opened wide as her body exploded.The orgasmic lightning struck inside her ecstatic body and she screamed. Her toes curled, her legs stiffened, and her back arched as her vaginal muscles clamped around her lover's massive erection as it plunged one more time into her seething vagina."IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"Amanda squealed with joy as her body wide orgasm was unleashed. She was so completely full and her orgasming juices squished and gushed. “Scream all you want. Ain't no one gonna hear you.” A devilish grin crossed my face as I looked at the flailing masked woman. “Your feisty, I like that slut.” Slowly the screams turned to muffled whimpers and crying as she finally realized that all of her fighting was useless as I threw her over my shoulder and carried her over to my “love lounge” as I called it. Simply put, it was a large plywood board with several thick leather bindings and had fully pose-able arm and leg bars for ease of.