He’d left her stockings and boots, but they didn’t do much toward protecting her from the weather. She tugged again on the ropes, desperate to get...them to loosen. She let out a frustrated curse. All she’d managed to do was rub her skin raw. Panting, she leaned her head back against the rough tree bark and tried not to cry.Why had she ever left Kansas City? She’d been safe there. The farm had been her home as much as Benjamin’s and Martha’s. She could have stood up for herself and lived. With my friends studly dogs head still in my lap, I called out to her. It took a few seconds, but she eventually emerged from the bathroom. She seemed surprised to see me there, but did not bother voicing it. Instead, she joined me on the couch. She was still drunk, so there was a lot of zigzagging before she finally reached me. But she made it without toppling over and took a seat beside me. The next few seconds were spent in silence. Since I had yet to discover who would be my sexual partner. When the day came i was nervous. He texted me saying he was outside. I opened the door and we greeted each other. We sat on the couch and the tv was on so we watched it for a few minutes while we chatted about nonsense things. He was calm and knew it was my first time. I was wearing shorts and a tshirt while he had on blue jeans and a polo. He had just come from work. To get things moving i pulled my cock out and started stroking it while glancing over at him. He couldnt see it because my leg. Belinda put her hand up under her skirt, she was sopping wet at this stage, and only viewing his magnificence had caused this, she wondered if it would hurt like her first had. However she’d be in the chair so to speak, take her time, nice and slow. If it got the better of her, she’d only to get up and leave who’d say anything, definitely not Bert, at least she’d have been brave enough to attempt it.Bert brought her back to her senses with a loud groan, she never realised the sensations she was.