More and more I'd found myself opening up to him, revealing more of my inner wants and desires to him than I had to anyone, even my late husband. Not ...hat it was a one-way street, he would share his hopes and dreams with me, and from them I got the impression that he was a sensitive man in real life. Only I had no idea how old he was, nor did he ask me my age, the one time I'd raised the matter of age his reply had been 'Does it matter how old we are?', and of course he was right, we were never. Im sure theres a way for you to get her back in the groove of things, maybe its your approach I said. We danced for a few more songs after that conversation. The dancing became intense and physical, I could feel his cock was ready to explode through his clothes, I was pretty wet from feeling the bulge and feeling his hands grabbing at my ass and tits during that last few songs. The club lights came on and the music stopped, we wandered back to our table where my husband was sitting. I knew my. I got immensely happy. She had become little tight down there due to lack action, it took me sometime to get in her. After four tires, one hard push and I were all in. She moaned and creamed so hard, that I had to kiss her to keep her quiet. I was thrusting her with my might and I was in heaven. I had my eyes closed and was fucking her hard. The sound of my thrusts and her moans had filled the room. I removed my dick, told her to turn in doggy style, and that I want to do anal. She agreed, I. She then realized that she was completely naked the next thing that she felt was being picked up and carried along. She could not see and her imagination was working overtime as to all the things that could happen to a nude, bound, young girl. She was scared to death at the possibilities but was also uncontrollably wet. She had fantasized and had routinely masturbated as a young girl with the thought of being kidnapped and sold into slavery to a Sheik of a middle eastern harem or to black.