”“And what did you think?” She sat back. She was wearing a short, black and white panelled, long sleeved, dress with opaque tights. She sometime...s wore the dress to the office, though not as now, Lionel noticed, with tight black leather gloves. As she settled herself comfortably she noticed Lionel’s eyes flick down to look over her legs. She smiled. Lionel had the good grace to look embarrassed“It’s very,” he hesitated for a moment, “thorough. Very complete.”“Very restrictive? Perhaps too. It was a pose too good to turn down. I slipped quietly to the basement and searched through the toys and BDSM equipment. I took an eye mask and four silk rope restraints back to the bed room.I carefully slipped the loops of the silk rope over each hand and secured them to the corner post of the headboard, pulling them as snug as I dared. I was going to secure her ankles as well but decided I wanted her feet and legs free.I straddled a leg and pulled my knee tight against her sex then I began. Both were making grunting sounds as the speed steadily increased. Soon he gripped her tightly as he pounded in her ass. She felt filled in a way she didn’t know was possible and soon she felt the familiar waves of an orgasm approach. Except it wasn’t a wave, it was a tsunami that hit her. Howling her throat raw, she came bucking, almost dislodging David on top of her. Her cunt spraying like a hose, the orgasm clenched her muscles, tightening the entrance for David even more. The bucking and the. They both groaned at the tightness and heat: everything always felt different inside during a pregnancy. Ian kissed Dinah’s sweaty neck as he sawed his cock in and out of her pussy. ‘Play with your clit, baby,’ he whispered to her. ‘Make yourself cum on my cock.’ Dinah reached down and began to strum her clit and it wasn’t long before Ian felt her muscles contract around him. He loved that feeling, and held himself for a moment to feel the concentric pulses of her as she came. He knew he was.