Our tongues started rolling inside each other. The kissing got passionate. I started pulling her, lifting her thigh and pulling it onto me. I was push...ing her into me grabbing her ass.After 10 minutes of passionate kissing, I started to put my hand inside her long top from down. I was sliding my hand through her thighs to her waist. Then she pulled her dress upward so that I can be comfortable. Now it was easy for me to reach her boobs. I started squeezing her boobs under her dress.She was. " I felt totally debased.What Ingrid said was true. I was an eager slut. There's pretty well no other way to describe a woman who agrees, at 8 in the morning no less, to be tied up, presented naked to a strange man and then crawls around after him to give him a blow job. The ropes had done their job. Their tight unyielding embrace constantly reminded me of my helplessness. My surrender to unbridled lust was complete. Slut I was!( link opens in new window )Finally Andre stopped and I wrapped my. Suddenly Richard got up, grabbed me by the hair and grabbed to the master bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed face down and then he smacked my ass hard and again, and again, reminding me I was his bitch.Then began to tongue my asshole. About five minutes later, he told me to just lay there and don't move. I heard him in the bathroom clinking things around then he was back on the bed. Then I realized that was not his tongue trying to enter my tight asshole, but his cock head was slipping in…I. I tried to use tape and paper clips and no glue, it would not be good toattach the hat to his head too permanently. Now it was my turn to chuckle;his hat came way down over his eyes! But we just wadded up anothernewspaper and stuffed it inside and soon we were looking like a pair ofadmirals on the high seas."Fine weather for a sail, eh Admiral?" I asked, as I strolled around withmy hands behind my back, as if I were pacing the poopdeck......"Arr!" growled Dexter."Arr?" I asked."Arrr, I'm a.