Then she licked me clean. I realized that she HADN'T spit it OUT!!! She smiled, again, and told me that she had SWALLOWED it. Then she started sucking...me, some more, and when she got me hard, again, she laid down beside me, and told me to get on top of her. SHE was going to teach me how to FUCK." She told me to get on top of her, and to put my dick inside of her pussy. I did everything she told me to do, and came inside of her pussy two or three times. The last time took a bit longer, and when. The last glass of wine had an effect on him, and he fell asleep almost immediately, but it was fitfull, and he had lots of dreams. About an hour later, George woke up pissed. Not at Terry and Isolde, even though they were in bed together and it was his turn to be alone, but at life in general. He had been dreaming about when he was back in college, and talking with some friends over coffee, about where they would be ten years from then. Everyone agreed that with their education, they would be. She said “Why don’t we go to the terrace and try having sex out there in the open air? “Is it safe to there?” I ask her. “Are you really that scared?” she responds. I just shrugged (tough I was bit afraid inside), and off we go. At the terrace we sit near the middle of the glass room. We reached though it was bit dark and chill as it was middle of December night. There was a huge couch at one side and large screen TV on the opposite.She pushed me in the couch and made me to sit my both hand at. A few hours later, the door opened again, slamming into her. She hollered out and spit at the man, but he just spit back on her and laughed. But, instead of moving past her like they usually would, he reached down and grabbed her shackles, unlocking them from the wall and pulling her upwards. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out as the rusty metal pinched her raw and bloodied wrists. It was the first time in days she had stood and her legs and back were sore and stiff. But he didn’t.