It was almost hypnotic as I watched and felt myself come down form the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.Peg held me as I relaxed, melting in...o her arms. Her breast pressed against my arm was soft and warm, the other breast lay on top of mine, our nipples side by side and I felt wanted, appreciated, and for the first time since my divorce, I felt alive.“We should clean up,” Peg said rubbing my forearm with her hand.“But what about you?” I asked not wanting to move, “what can I do to. You feel like such a slut, sucking and savouring your own juices off my hand; a rush of confusion hits you as you realise you’ve been stroking your rapist’s cock through the thin fabric of his jeans, knowing in your head how long and thick his cock must be, and how incredible it will feel inside you.You hear the zip of my jeans and start to quiver, it seemed big before, but at least it was caged.You know it’s going to look huge now. I even take anything off; I just pull it out of the fly, the. .. half an hour, maybe? All we did was kiss, but there was definite slippage of those tectonic plates I was talking about. We made out like teenagers on prom night, writhing against each other and feeling each other with our hands, bodies, lips, noses, all of it. I got stiff, of course, and at one point she gripped my hard shaft and trapped it between her thighs. I felt a new source of heat, that matched her nipples, as the top of my shaft slid through kinky hair and against slippery lips.At. That’s it! “ he ties both of my ankles against the legs of the chair, picks up the black blindfold goes behind me, places it over my eyes and ties it tight around the back of my head. I can’t see a thing.“What are you going to do to me Sir?” my heart is beating so fast I think it’s going to burst out of my chest. With no reply, I ask the question again“What are you going to do to me Sir? ... Please Sir.” I can’t hear or see him, Shit ... I have a horrible thought, this isn’t my punishment is.