He roughly flipped me over, pulling my ass high into the air. I tried to fight back but my heart wasn’t in it. He pulled my sweatpants down to my an...les where the tape was holding my legs together. He loosened his grip as he took down his pants. Like a wanton slut I kept my ass high in the air as if inviting the violation that was about to occur. His cock thrust into my ass without any preamble or warning. I cried in pain as his large cock f***ed itself through my tiny asshole. I felt my hole. But, he was only gone a few days. Finding Grace and convincing her to come home where she belongs could take more time than we have. We were only together one time, Grace and I. But, once was enough to have me foolishly believing she would stay put by my side. Like a lovestruck fool I let my guard down. She left. I overestimated myself in my abilities to be everything she needed me to be. And I underestimated Grace. The hold her fears have on her and the appeal of the outside world as a means. I smiled back. I enjoyed his harsh treatment, as my slit grew increasingly wet with every binding he applied. He worked me to where he wanted with such conviction and speed, I was trussed up to my bed in no time. My wrists tied together above my head and latched to my headboard. My ankles were each bound to the edges of my footboard and a rope was tied low around my waist. I was again at his mercy. The thought brought a flush to my skin and a wave of lust coursed through my body. My attention. She then put her hand on my shoulder and asked how do. I look, sorrysorry does the dress suit me. Will my husband like it? Knowing how oldfashioned he is, I thought no way is he going to agree to buy it. Then I said but where am the dress, sorry for saying but Ican only see the inner garments in the pic. For that she said hey and gave me aslight on the back of my head. I said your husband no way the she said I knewthat but what about you. Me I dont think it will suit me it looks much better.