The thought sent a chill through her. No. She was being forced to have sex with this stranger. She was being raped. Yet, she was enjoying the sex, eve...n craving it on most levels. The pleasure she was experiencing now was far more intense than she had ever felt before. It was impossible to ignore. She could never feel that way again without ropes and leather, she was sure of it.The fact was Stephanie enjoyed being tied-up and dominated. As hard as it was to come to that conclusion, it was a fact. She looked up at me. ‘John, did you mean what you said last night before we went to sleep. I won’t hold you to it, if it was in the heat of the moment, but I was wondering.’ ‘Are you sure you aren’t a witch?’ I asked with a smile and stroking her hair. ‘I was just thinking that myself. I know I have fallen for you, so yes, I meant it!’ ‘So did I and that scares me. How could you penetrated my heart so easily? You didn’t say anything special to me other than ‘hello’! It’s not like we’ve dated. We both began to touch her as she lied there giggling and smiling with pleasure. John couldn’t take it any longer as he plunged his face into her tits squeezing the big juicy melons on his face. He then made a comment on how wonderful she smelled. He worked his mouth towards her hard nipples which he was already tweaking with his fingers. As my friend fiendishly molested my wife’s tits I slowly slide my hand into her hot, wet panties and began to rub her already swelling pussy. She moaned with. She rose, and Gerard gave her a friendly peck on her cheek."It's so good to see you, after all these years. And you look as beautiful now as you did back then. More beautiful, in fact."Jen couldn't help blushing. "Thank you." What brings you here?"Jen had rehearsed her lie. "Well, I was in the hotel having lunch with a girl friend, and I saw you were speaking. So I thought I'd stop by and say hi."Gerard smiled. "Well, I'm glad you did. Come, let's get a drink and catch up."For the next hour,.