Immediately his cock springs to life under his boxers. I take his cock into my hand and I begin to stroke while his mouth finds a nipple beneath my ca...mi and begins to suck. His hips lurch as he tries to fuck my hand but I hold him down still wanting to feel his cock growing inside my hand. Stroking, squeezing I can feel him getting harder and harder. He lifts my cami over my head and buries his face between my tits. Not wanting to stop but wondering if we are being watched I turn slightly and. Never before had she wished so much that she wasnt married, though she knew it wouldnt have made a difference seeing he was, too. Glancing at the ring on his left hand, the metal catching the few remaining sun rays causing it to shine brightly, and grimaced. Why did the circumstances have to be like they were? She felt the first raindrop on her face and she sat up. Turning her face towards the sky, she waited for another. She loved the rain, and couldnt have thought of a better person to be. She left on Monday morning without so much as a call though supposedly it was my fault. Of course, why wouldn’t it be. Everything else that has ever gone wrong is my fault in one way or another. I’ve got someone working on why it was my fault that the dinosaurs went extinct but everything else to include the rise of Hitler has been successfully and conclusively blamed on me so why not this? I should have called her oh well. I was pissed because I’d spent a few hundred bucks being treated like. He groaned as I pushed it further in with each thrust. After several minutes, I informed him I had an “errand” to run, but would be back shortly. I left him there in the Stockade, securely bound and helpless, with his ass completely impaled by the Fucking Rod. I soon returned, with 3 of my bisexual male friends in tow ! I dimmed the lights low as I entered the basement, the men tiptoeing quietly behind me. “Are you ready for a proper fucking ?”, I asked. I removed the Fucking Rod, and proceeded.