The way you were so gentle with me; the way you kissed my neck and shoulders so softly before and after. The way I was so comfortable in your arms, as...though I belong there. Danny, we made love this morning and it was the most intimate and beautiful moment I've ever had. I told you I like to fuck and I do; a lot. But until this morning I didn't realize that I had never made love. This reminder of the mornings details and the closeness of her body had mine reacting. I slid my arm around her. Looking at him quizzically, I said, ‘Your office or mine,’ for though all partners were theoretically equal, some were more equal than others. ‘Oh, yours is closer. That is if you don’t mind.’ ‘Of course not.’ On our way past the open cubicles of the support staff, we made small talk. I remember that it was a lovely late summer’s day, and that as I entered my office I saw the replica of the schooner AMERICA under full sail on the harbor far below. When I turned and sat down, not behind my. William moved a set of chains down from the ceiling, attached one metal cuff to her ankle, moved to the other side, another chain and cuff attached to the other. He reveled at the look of fear in her eyes, was pleased that she did not protest or move, allowed him to have his way with her body. He pulled up the slack in the chains, her legs moved up and outward, higher and higher, her legs spread out wide. Her pussy lips spread apart, her cheeks separated, her swollen anus exposed. "Higher," her. I'm on the brink of exploding and I haven't even rubbed that tender little bud hidden in my plumpness. Thoughts of you seeing and hearing me enjoy this fill my mind. What would he think? Am I crazy that I'm do turned on? Pushing those thoughts aside I continue my journey. I run my two fingers back through the folds. I instantly moan out in torturous bliss. My bud is hard and extremely sensitive. I gently flick at it with the tip of my middle finger. My hips writhing in ecstasy I'm.