. and Jess, that is. Or whichever one of you will forgive me, that is,” Tim urged me to forgive him for what he did.“Really, dude? YOU PULLED MY O...N GUN ON ME! MY FUCKING SHOTGUN ON ME!” I shouted angrily and hung up on him.Naturally, Tim wasn’t one to just give up on something that he wanted, so my phone rang yet again. Same stupid ringtone ... I was in no forgiving mood and I suspected that neither was Jess. He came between us and caused real pain and trouble in our marriage by encouraging. Your gorgeously rounded rear is slapping against the cold wall as I push you harder and suddenly grab one of your shapely legs and lift it up as I force my rigid rod deeper and deeper into your burning furnace. With your leg wrapped around me, we are locked together like two demented a****ls, fucking each other so animatedly. As your pussy grips my cock ever tighter, your whole trembling body is gripped by ecstasy, every nerve-ending emitting electric jolts of hyper-pleasure as we kiss. I saw I was in a softly lit room and I was lying on an examination table. I tried to move but my arms were bound at the wrists, my legs bound at the ankles. WHAT? I was covered with a sheet and as I looked down I saw two raised areas on my chest. What?Slowly everything started coming back. Memories of recent events came in pictures like snapshots as I tried to remember. I was very thirsty and asked the semi-darkness in a loud but controlled voice, "Could I have some water please?"I heard. As I mentally prepare for what I need to do I catch myself thinking about Rich’s cock resting on my lips and how heavy it felt. Wait, what?So I get home and put on my favorite bra and panties. And sort through my polish and find I don’t have what I need or enough French Manicure tips. I also can’t find my mascara so I hop in the car and get to the pharmacy. Then I stop by the grocer and pick up a bottle of olive oil and whipped cream per my instructions. When I arrive home I email the boss and.