In the semi-darkness I could see him watching me, gauging what my reaction might be and figuring out his next step. He had coerced me into coming to t...e garage by showing me the pictures of Mac and I — in the throes of passion, making love in what was obviously my marital bed. Mac wasn't my husband!Mac was Colonel Jim McFarland and he was my husbands commanding officer ... well at least he had been before Jason had been shipped out to Iraq and then come home in a wheelchair, without any legs,. .. I unbutton your pants and pull them down, leaving you completely exposed. I put the belt around your neck and lead you to the kitchen table. I tell you to bend over and spread your legs as I take the belt off your neck. I tie your legs to each table leg. You can feel the coldness of the table on your chest as I tie your hands to the other table legs. You are completely helpless and I smile... But your cock is rock hard...I smile again..I touch your pretty ass as i tell you I am going. Pain shot through my toes as my legs almost gave way. Somehow, I stuck through it. My stranger paused for a few seconds allowing me to me recover, then he slowly worked his cock back and forth. Each stroke went deeper. As he started to fuck me I kept moving and re-gripping the arm rests of the chair to see if i could find a slightly more comfortable position. I was moaning in discomfort and he in pleasure. However, as he picked up the pace a bit i was able to enjoy it a bit as his dick. ”Katie raised her eyebrows. “She told you?”“Right before you arrived this morning. I was surprised she suggested lunch.”“Oh.”“You got enough sleep though, didn’t you, you good girl?”“You start that shit again and I’m leaving,” Katie said angrily, although her face flushed from either arousal or embarrassment. Brenda was happy with either.“Okay, okay,” the blonde said with a giggle. She pushed a straight, silky lock behind her ear. “Man, that trigger really gets you, doesn’t it?”“Trigger?” said.