She tugged once again at the rope hobbled lashed to the foot of the bed. Of course, it did not give. She hummphhed her aggravation into her gag as she...lay back down.The good thing was that the leash that had been wrapped around the headboard railing had loosened and come off, allowing Stephanie to sit up. She figured it must have became loose during her erotic writhing. The lead still hung from her collar but it did not pin her to the bed.Stephanie then realized that she was starting to feel. “Let me guess,” I said, stroking his lower belly, my fingers just touching the end of his cock.It was beginning to harden again. I stroked it more firmly as I continued.“You haven’t fucked her yet, but you’ve made progress.” I ran my fingers along the underside of his shaft, from his sack to its tip. “So much progress that you reckon tomorrow…” I looked at the bedside clock. “No, today might be the day she finally lowers her guard just enough for the infamous blitzkrieg assault you used on me. “Fuck” she moaned and lunged towards it. Sticking the head in her mouth. Moaning as she sucked on it. I laid down and she perched her ass up in the air and got back to sucking my cock. She began to push her limits, seeing how deep she could take it. After a few attempts she managed to get the whole thing down her throat, pushing herself to keep it there. She was incredible. Its like this girl was born to fuck. I watched as she bobbed her head up and down, making my 7 inch cock completely. What made her the object of attention in the restaurant was the dress, and specifically, how it was constructed.Only a few years previous, she and her best friend, Betty Smith, had been shopping together when they came across the dresses in a local mall. Calf-length and halter-topped, lined for opaque discretion but with a couple of knee-length slits up each leg, the dresses were on sale and quite inexpensive, and they each bought one. The problem didn’t start until they got them back to.