That was my mistake.We had been talking for a while when D asked me if I would come downstairs and help her put some eyehooks on a bed She was setting...up for bondage in her basement. I said sure and followed Her down into the cellar.Most of the cellar looked like a normal finished basement, but at one end was what looked like a closet door. D unlocked the door and opened it to reveal another room that took up the other half of the basement concealed behind a fake wall.The beams in the ceiling. He then put her knees behind her ears and slowly smacked her clit with his dick. He would insert his dick in her pussy and then pull it out and smack her clit. Meanwhile Matt was coming back to life and he went to the edge of the bed where Kris’s head was and put his dick in her mouth. With her head on the edge of the bed and tilted back he could get a large portion of his dick in her mouth.With Rob fucking her pussy and Matt fucking her mouth, Kris was certainly getting a work out. After a few. That is our Lord's job."So she began to tell him the whole sorry story about her life with a man she had lived with for many years, through happy times and miserable times and of her loneliness with him. And also of his being a control freak. All those wasted years. Now her only child was grown and she was left alone. And her husband was still very wrapped up in his career. He wouldn't let her out of his sight. That meant no volunteer work. No little outside job. No classes. He didn't even want. Everyday was a new adventure. We became deeply involved with each other and tried things I had only read about, some I had no idea what would happen. For the next six months we were rarely apart. Night and day, she would go to the music store during the day and follow me to the music gigs at night. In our free time together it was a constant sexual rollercoaster, almost no fetish was left out.After those amazing six months we had decided to move in together. It was that day, when we were going.