During the evening meal, we spoke of our passions and our fantasies, enjoying each other's company.The champagne had gone to our heads and I started t...asing my wife by pulling the knot holding her top loose. It was like loosening a shoelace; the entire top became slack and brought more of her cleavage into view. I'm sure the waiters at the restaurant had seen it all before but were too professional in their manner to stare. We asked for the bill and went for a walk along the harbourside. I was. There was that androgynous girl again, standing in the middle of my driveway. She was in black again, wearing a t-shirt that said 'Must be this tall to ride' with a line over the place where her breasts would have been if she'd had any. It had a ripped neck – looked to be ripped on purpose – and the neck-hole was big enough to have slid over her left shoulder, revealing that she wore an undershirt, or something, also black. At about 5'9", the t-shirt almost reached her black jeans. She was. Her legs shot out straight and as rigid as a couple of two by fours towards either side of the bed. Even though she was bound, her body managed to jump up in a sitting position as she began screaming ohmigooood and she began thrusting her pussy in my face.I realized that she was having her first orgasm and I was the one who was making it happen. I continued on lapping all her juices up until she begged and pleaded with me stop, please, it hurts, she cried out, gasping to catch her breath. I. She put a finger under my ball sack and began slowly teasing my penis with the knife blade. "Should I cut it off?" I lie motionless, terrorized by her obvious insanity. "Answer me!" I instantly shook my head with a look of panic in my eyes. She giggled. "Why not? Might be fun." She kept teasing at my penis with the blade. "Nah," she decided. "I wanna have some fun with it." To my relief, she flung the knife blade away. Next thing I knew, she had her hands around my shaft and was slowly lowering.