We could go for two or three days without talking to each other. We got along so well and that was the only thing we ever fought over. He would get so...angry if a guy even looked at me.Ava continued, "After one party, I was so angry at him, I went out and bought a pair of men's flannel pajamas. I wore them to bed for a week. If he wanted to treat me like that, then he wasn't going to see or feel my body."The next time we were going to a party, I was laying out the dress I was going to wear, when. Grab his pants an pull them off an lean all the way over to suck his cock. (which conveniently puts my ass up in the air ;) I start sucking his cock an he starts rubbing his hands up an down my body. I feel it getting closer an closer to my ass. ( which is what I am wanting so bad!!) So I start kinda moving my ass around to where his hand would get closer to my hole!! He moves his hand an finally his finger slid against my hole. He started circling it with his fingers, so with my off hand I. "You took some soft cotton rope, and started winding it around my wrists, held in front. After many loops, you tied it off. My hands were totally, irrevocably bound.You produced a ball-gag, inserted it in my mouth, and buckled it behind my neck. You walked me to a stairwell, told me to stay put, and went half way up the stairs, dropping a line of rope. You placed it through the stair banisters, and looped it around my bound hands. Then lifted it up, forcing my hands above my head. You kept. Audry was just a bit discontented, herself. The beds in our room were narrow college bunks. Too narrow for us to sleep together, as we normally did. We'd pushed them together, and even borrowed a big feather comforter from the inn where the family was staying. The space between the beds was a barrier to our normal sleep pattern, snuggled together.Our landlord and innkeeper mentioned that several of his customers often took overnight trips on horseback. Audry and I looked at each other and.