I answered her by laying flat on my back and putting my hands above my head. When I did, my hands brushed across something in the wall. I looked up to...see a ring fastened to the wall at the head of the bed. She got on the bed and stood over me as she fastened one cuff to my wrist. Then she threaded the other through the ring and fastened it to my other wrist. Looking up, I saw she was standing on the bed over me as she cuffed me. Her legs were spread as she straddled my head to work on the. Once the trigger was pulled, and the bullet fired, there was no stopping it; no taking it back. The action created a reaction, and an unstoppable reaction, at that. That's the way it had felt from the first time she had gone over to her mothers next door neighbors house late at night, the night she'd fucked him. THAT was the trigger that had been pulled, and all the rest of it had followed directly from that---and that, too, could not be changed, or taken back. But, she didn't want to take any. This was important to her and snide her feel better in spite of her hopeless situation.When she had finished her toilet, she returned to the large room and began to cautiously explore it. Last night she had been so upset emotionally and so filled with Martinis that she didn't really remember it clearly. She did remember the mural and all its details. How could she forget, she thought, the way Max had described it and the language he had used in doing so? The racks holding the long poles and. I was surprised at her saying that – but I sure was ready. I was really enjoying how good my dick felt inside of her…and the smell of sex and the extra wetness, warmth, and lubrication of my cum inside of her really felt good. I was able to go for quite a while when suddenly she stiffened and let out a yelp. I thought I had done something wrong. She told me that I had done something very right! It was her first orgasm in a very long time. That gave me extra confidence as I started pounding her.