Pleased with the puddle, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his phallus against and slightly into Heather’s small hole.Heather lurched forwar..., vainly trying to avoid what she knew was about to take place. “No no no no no no...I can’t..it won’t….I’ve never….please don’t…..I’ve never...please, I’ll suck it but don’t…..”.“Sorry ma'am….I just have to” replied Kevin as he pushed hard against Heather’s asshole.Heather started to scream but quickly felt the cord tighten. Instead of making. It didn’t take long for me to get her jacket off and begin working my hands under her t-shirt as we continued to kiss and nibble on each other ears and necks. I rubber her tits from over her bra and she moaned what sounded to me as approval. As I started to open the front hook on her bra she moved my hands out from under her shirt. “None of that now…I barely know you” she told me. But she moved closer to me and began to kiss me again. After a few minutes, I had worked my way back under her. She lowered her eyelids and I kissed on her left cheek. Then on her forehead and held her palms tight.Then I pulled her to my chest and time stopped.We embraced and I did not know when clock went from 8 to 9.I could hear her fathers asking question to our teacher. I woke her up and wished her good night.The night I felt warm and sleepless. I had mild fever after embracing her.The next day was different. I could not hear teacher speak. I just looked her . She was sitting beside me , my hands. When we first got married we played a few BDSM games, but it’s nothing like it is now. Ever since we separated, or perhaps because we are separated, she has this unbelievable passion to dominate me.Maybe it’s because I live alone in a brick building which is sound-proof, and she knows that no one can hear us. Or maybe it’s because we are no longer a couple she doesn’t have to worry about how BDSM affects our relationship, since we have none. She knows she can hurt me and humiliate me, and not.