"--- --- --- --- --- --- ---Calves aching from the brisk walk, Amanda slumped back against the wall of the old elevator. Impatient fingers jabbed at t...e control panel, pushing and holding "7" and "Close Door" at the same time until it gave a tiny click. As the grimy brass doors slid closed, Amanda finally gave in and cradled her painfully engorged breasts in her arms. She allowed herself a sigh. The bulging globes were tender to the touch where they strained against her blouse, but the relief. But could see nothing. Nervous she struggled briefly, but her hands and neck were clenched tight in the stocks and the little test convinced her, if it was needed, that she was bound, helpless. Her forehead rested on what seemed like a little leather-covered shelf inside the box. She could feel a soft current of air on her body outside the box, feel the goosebumps it raised. She waited. A little video screen flickered to life a few inches from her face and a couple of tiny bulbs with it. She. High on the amazing physical sensations and powerful emotions, I began to orgasm hard and fast.Seeing this, Neil matched his movements to mine, his upward thrusts meeting my descents full-on. The depth of penetration was profound, the battering of my cervix for a moment feeling as if I had been punched in the stomach but I quickly learned that I could control this too simply by changing the way I rose and fell on my knees.“Ohhhhhwwwwww!”The room was filled with the wet, slapping, feral sounds. I hear a sharp intake of breath, and turn to look at him, still in my panties. He has moved up the bed and has removed his shirt, his jeans are still on but he has unzipped them. “Damn,” I think as I drink in the site of him, reclined against the pillows, “God, he is so sexy.” My eyes travel down his chest, following the line of hair that gets thicker, my gaze moving down his happy trail, my eyes landing on his treasure; his hard cock that he now has in his hand. I crawl onto the bed, still in.