I moan around you. Picking me up you push me over the bed. You run the head of your shaft along my slit and I try to push back but your hand on my bac... keeps me from moving. "Beg." You say, as you run your head up and down my shaft. I moan and whine as you hit my clit and arch a little. "Please master. Please give it to me, fill me up , please!" And with that you slide half way into me and I scream with pleasure. Almost going head long over the edge."I want you to cum for me Moin Chiot. Now.. Pushing in and out of your pussy... you moan as you hang there, getting fucked... hard.... then slow and deep... then hard and slower... pounding your tight little pussy... I moan as I use your hot body.... you are enjoying it as well. I untie you and pull out of your pussy, grab you by the hair and kiss you again as i push you back onto the bed in the secret room I attach your hands to the headboard, put a blindfold on you and bend each of your legs and wrap a rope around your bent legs.... He wasn't hard but they were so small his cock made them bulge. He told me that some guys at a club had invited him to a fetish party, but once away from the place they started to verbally attack him then took him to the woods and left him there.I looked him up and down and thought how good he looked pretty good as a woman. I noticed his shaved legs and hairless chest. I started to get a few tingling sensations which isn’t good when wearing cycling shorts. He told me his name was Geoff, but he. She did not know who this man was but dreaming never hurt anyone. In her mind, she crafted the perfect man. He was tall, dark and handsome. His hair was as black as coal and his eyes as blue as the clear summer sky when there was not a cloud in site. The way he walked had purpose. His confidence radiating from his body like steam from a hot bowl of grits. He was educated and challenged her intellectually. She needed a real conversation. A two year old, while precious, could only say so much. He.