He circled behind her, then stepped so close she could feel his erection through his trousers against her buttocks. He cupped her breasts from behind,...his now-ragged breath in her ear. As he kneaded the soft flesh, he said, "You can speak now. Tell me how this feels." Like a switch had been thrown, she snarled, "bastard, get your fuck hands off me, don't ever touch me again, I swear to God when this wears off, I'm going to kill you so fucking slowly you won't—" "Shut up," he said, and she did.. Next came out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. Dan secured my left wrist to another padlock, and my right wrist was secured on the opposite side of the bed. So now I was on my back, with my arms spread and secured, however I could move my legs wherever I wanted. As I continued to look around the room, I noticed twelve different small domes throughout the room and at the head of the bed. I asked Dan about the domes, and he stated that it was not my concern. I was breathing heavily, and my chest was. He took hold of her jaw, gently turning her head to look at him, her eyes still on the screen — her mouth open. Her eyes moved back and forth from him to the movie as she had no awareness as to how silly, or how cute she looked in her open-mouth state of confusion. It was the cutest and funniest thing he ever saw her do, no doubt brought on by the intoxication. He tried explaining what was happening in the movie, why it was emotional but he wasn’t sure she got it. He filled her glass again and. With a slight smile on her face, she opened her eyes and started moving up and down on my cock, rocking her hips. As I began bucking my hips into her she leaned forward and put her hand on my chest.”Slown down, be patient,” she whispered.Leaning back she grabbed my hands and placed them on her heaving breasts. I was amazed at how big they were, how heavy, as I kneaded and massaged them. They filled my hands, her nipples poking into my palms. She picked up her pace, sliding herself up and down.