I stood there for a few minutes and then I heard the front doorbell ring. I walked over to the door, opened it, and there stood Mrs. Johnson who lived...across the street. I said, ‘Hello Mrs. Johnson. Can I help you?’ She answered softly, ‘I just wanted to come over and say how sorry I am.’ I asked, ‘Sorry about what?’ She looked at me and said, ‘You must not know. I will be right back.’ I had no idea what she was talking about. I watched as she walked across the street and then came back. Clarissa was really wound up and ready to fuck, not have sex or make love. She soon found out that there is getting too much of a good thing. She was hissing in pain and clenching her teeth before I had the head of my dick inside her. No matter how much she begged me to just let her get used to it again, I pulled out to have lunch at the Y. I don’t have any idea how long I had been eating her, or even bothered to count her orgasms. If she was keeping her orgasm energy filled up I was going to. Stretching the knee she had placed in her seat to shift her weight on to my left hand that had been tied.The two legs of her were positioned such that one is at her seat and one is slightly rubbing against my groin. Her vagina is touching my hand in a place between my elbow and wrist. I can clearly feel her warm wet vagina rubbing against my wrist with her weight completely on my chest and my hand.Before I began to contemplate the situation, I had to press the clutch just in case the gear rod. I had just let my girlfriend beat the hell out of me and all I have wanted since I first saw her 11 inch strapon was for her to fuck me hard with it. I stared rolling more onto my tummy with Kathy continuing to stroke into me. Once on my tummy, I started raising my knees up, but the pressure on my tortured breasts was too much, so i rose to all fours. Kathy finally asked where I was going. I looked back over my shouldered said,"I love when you make love to me, but now I want you to take that.