"Morten, jeg har været sammen med Kim i snart årtier, og jeg kan ikke lide tanken, men jeg kan alligevel ikke stoppe med at tænke på hvordan det d...g ville være at have sex med dig" sagde hun og så alvorligt på mig. Jeg havde aldrig troet at jeg skulle hører sådan noget her. Jeg var enormt pinlig over mig selv og alt det her, men jeg blev samtidig også enormt liderlig. Jeg prøvede at finde nogle ord, men det kunne jeg simpelthen ikke. “Jeg ved godt at det er en skør tanke, ja en helt forkert. Even bending down to tie that, had pulled the knot deeper into her pussy, and Kim could feel herself staring to squirm. Leaving about a foot of rope between her ankles. She tied the other end of the rope to her left ankle, so she could only take short steps.This was not the most severe tie she had ever tried, but for a first time in a public place, it was more than enough.Her heart was already racing, and her breathing in shorter gaps than usual.Only the cuffs remained. She checked that the key. John took two fingers and shoved them up into the opening, pushing and pulling them out as the intensity of feeling increased. Finally, as the pumping continued to grow, a large, salty mass began to fill his throat. The voice outside began to moan in relief. The itching between his own legs grew and grew as he pumped more and more until at last a strange muscle began to pulse. John felt waves of relief and feeling rush over his body as he rolled over and fell asleep.***John awoke with his hand. “That’s a lot of snow for two hours.” She gazed once again out the window as if she expected to see someone coming. “Miss, are you expecting anyone?” I asked her. “Even if there was anyone else around where I found you, they couldn’t have followed us through this storm.” She looked at me, tried to manage a smile, and started eating the stew. “You just don’t know, Jeff, is it?” She suddenly looked slightly panicked. “You just don’t know.” One knee bounced up and down uncontrollably and she was.