She holds my wrists so that my arms are extended over my head and then rocks herself against me as she squeezes with her inner muscles. I watch wantin... to touch as one of her breasts falls from under her top. Her nipple is hard and deep red and the top of her breast flushed. Still holding my wrists she begins to ride my cock. It feels so good as she repeatedly pulls off me until just the tip is inside her then slowly slides all the way down and then she is fucking me hard and fast. She. They, too, were engineered for people with greater height and a longer stride. It was an interesting climb.We finally got to the top of the stairs, and moved down the hallway. We entered the first room to the right. They left me there, and told me not to wander. I looked around. For a prison cell, it wasn't too bad.It had a bed scaled for someone my size. Or was it a child's bed? There was a table and chair that were only slightly out of proportion for me. A large upright wardrobe stood open. “Wow! Two men in my kitchen. What a treat,” said Natalia almost too enthusiastically as she emerged from the bathroom.George was somewhat stunned. His wife was wearing her usual tight fitting jeans but on top she had a sheer white blouse that did nothing to hide her luscious tits. And if being able to see through it wasn’t enough, it had a low scoop neckline that begged for her boobs to spill out every time she moved. In addition she had on her going out makeup on which always made her look. Early Spring 2015 I told my husband about being asked to the prom by James. I was a bit reluctant because I wanted my husband to say NO but also was hoping he would encourage it and give his blessing. In my mind I was torn between wanting to remain faithful to my husband and our marriage vows; and wanting to find out if the wild sexual dreams/fantasy I was having could come true. If being taken and fucked by James would be different.My initial response when my husband said I should go was to.