My observations were rewarded and confirmed when she undid her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders exposing her gorgeous Mounds of Heaven. Her nippl...s were rock hard and sticking out, just begging to be sucked. I pulled her close to me again and stopped her from going farther as I started to suck and play with her nipples and rubbing her breasts.Her moaning started to get throatier while I was enjoying her bountiful harvest. While this was going on, I reached around her with one hand and. The words, if they could be counted as such, we too muffled by the bag to be understood and I just laughed harder. “Scream all you want. Ain't no one gonna hear you.” A devilish grin crossed my face as I looked at the flailing masked woman. “Your feisty, I like that slut.” Slowly the screams turned to muffled whimpers and crying as she finally realized that all of her fighting was useless as I threw her over my shoulder and carried her over to my “love lounge” as I called it. Simply put, it was. Remembering the night before and the games we played calms me somewhat and excites me as well. Apart from, what I assume, a silk scarf around my head I sense that I am completely naked without even the covering of a sheet. My mind notes my erection, in its usual state for the first moments after waking but rarely as hard as it is now. I smile at the idea that my penis had caught on to the situation before my brain. I call out my lover’s name. Listening intently but no reply comes. I can hear. .. I didn't know whether to be turned on that he was watching me or freaked out. I couldn't stand around naked all day pondering my feeling so I quickly dried off: I put on red polka dot undies bra and knickers; white shorts a blue tank top and flip flops, and made my way downstairs. When in the living room I called out his name but got no reply. So I made my way to the back garden. I expected to see him doing laps or floating on his back but he was face down in water body rigid. Fucking.