My cock got as hard as it could get within my pants as she rubbed it.I could not get home fast enough, it seemed.When we got inside, Cynthia walked ov...er and took one of my dining chairs from the table and instructed me to sit. As I sat, she pulled out a couple of red and black scarves from her purse.“Put your hands behind your back and your legs close to the chair,” she whispered so close to my ear that I feel her warm breath. Then she tied me to the chair.“I hope you will not leave me tied up. My fetish is simple.I like boobs and the bigger the better. I just love to grope and fondle them, to sink my fingers into the soft but firm flesh, to squeeze and massage them, to revel in the feel of the heaviness of them, to run my hands over the whole vast expanse of them. However they must always be firm as well as large. It must be a cup size C or above but only so long as there is no discernible sag if and when I get to remove the bra. I hate really floppy boobs and will quickly lose. As she continued kissing me, her hand started stroking my cock through my pants. I grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed. I climbed on top and began kissing her passionately. My hand quickly found her pussy, and I started rubbing it through her yoga pants. I kissed down to her neck and she began to moan my name. My other hand started roughly fondling her breasts. Jessica started moving her hands to unbutton my shirt. I pushed them away, saying, ‘Nope, I’m the one in control here.’ To prove my. But I don’t think he will change. And I’m not sure about him anymore. I’m not sure I still love him.”“What! He’s the guy you are married to and said you loved. The guy you wanted to straighten things out with. Are you giving up on him?”Jenna was silent for a long time, before answering. “I’m so confused. I do love Rick, but I can’t help thinking that this is just another of his temporary remissions. He does it all the time. First he’s a complete asshole, gets abusive. Then he sweet-talks me.