A moan escapes my lips as my body starts to tremble. As he lightly kisses my stomach, I try to move from under him, it tickles and I can’t stand it....He lifts his head and tells me he is going to try it again. This time I was prepared for it, but still moved involuntary. He warns me, with a slight edge to his voice, that he is going to try it once more and he wants me to behave this time. Again, my legs twitch as he catches my stomach with his tongue. Next thing I know, my legs are being forced. Gentle and plain at first, but it then moved to sexy and deep. My hands went up to his face and I took control of the kiss. I opened his mouth with mine, and I tasted every part of his mouth that I could. I wanted him to roll, so that I was on him, and straddling him, but I took it slow. I waited for him to guide me into what to do. “It’s going to hurt a bit, just relax, though. The pain will turn into sweet pleasure.” He said to me, before starting to kiss my breasts. I moaned a bit, and his. With a shock I realised the person was now kneeling beside my bed. They were so close to me that I could feel warm breath on my neck. I opened my mouth to scream, but a hand clapped over my mouth to stop me. I was still so surprised at that move; I was unprepared to fend off a set of handcuffs being slapped around my wrists before I had time to react. I was pulled out of my bed and blindfolded so quickly that it was done before I knew it. I do not know why they bothered; it was pitch black dark. I sat in the garden, with a book as thick as a telephone directory in my lap, being bored out of my wits. Sipping on a cupful of tea, I watched as my little girl played with her little girl friends. I could almost remember a time so long ago when I used to do the same. Back then though, it was mostly dolls and tea parties. Nowadays they play the 'who can read the fastest' game, which was unthinkable in my time. If someone suggested that we play a reading game when I was a little girl, I.