“When we made love, that last time and I didn’t feel the connection, I kind of freaked out, I guess.”“It scared me as well! I told you that wh...n we finished making love. I was afraid that if we lost the connection, that would be the end of us!”“I know,” I sighed. “That’s why I left.”“You did. You ran away! You left me there, alone! Was that the right way to handle it? Was not talking to me for a week the right thing to do? Was fucking every girl you could lay your hands on helpful? Was trashing. She assured me that she would remove the device every night, so it did not seem to bad. After some trial and error, she settled on the 1.75" ring and locked the device on with a sturdy combination lock. That night I eagerly looked forward to having the device removed for another night of torrid lovemaking. She grinned at me and said, "Sure, I'll remove it- and soon as your hands are chained to the head of the bed." When I began to protest, she just said that her Mom had been cuffing her Dad to. Only, it made it harder." How? It made me hard enough."She chuckled in her turn. "For a while I tried to find a way to show you my pussy, but even when I didn't wear panties, I could tell that, if I really took your picture, it would be obvious to the rest of the people. Had to give it up." I got plenty of looks at your bush, though." Good. That's what I wanted. Really turned me on." She lifted her hips in the air and I caressed her sex with my hand, slipping in and around the wet folds. "Funny. “This is turning you on? Being raped like this? What a slut you are.” My words made her thrash around a bit more, but she wasn’t going anywhere. My weight on top of her kept my manhood in position while she tired herself out.The sweet smell of sex began to fill the air as I felt myself push all the way into her. She let out a yelp and I grabbed her hair again as a reminder to keep the noise to a minimum. “Your job is to lay there and let me finish off inside you.” The buxom blonde let.