You rule me my boy.I hugged her again on my chest and pampered her hair while my other hand was roaming freely all over her back. Now I was feeling so...mething growing hard again between her thighs. I hugged her rolled over and me over her I placed my lips over hers and we smooched deep and long. While smooching I was wriggling all over her and my tool was hard again and was just crushing between her legs. Her hands were roaming all over my back and I looked at her. Looking deep into her eyes I. Part of her wants this delicious pain to go on forever. She wishes that she could better see her body; see it being stretched; see the compression of the skin from the clamps; touch the taught skin of her breasts; see the shape made by her bound body. However she bathes in the glorious pain that sweeps through her body from her breasts and her cunt and explodes in her mind as shattering pleasure. She imagines all the things that could be done to her body and lets the desire flow over her. I knew he'd scored some good bud recently and I needed something to mellow me out.It was late when I returned home, but not so late that I wasn't surprised that my parents were back. Usually they went out for drinks and dancing after these things, but there was Dad's car in the driveway. I entered the dark house, ready to go up to my room and whack off thinking about Mom when I heard a voice out of the darkness."Tommy, I'm glad your home." Mom said. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and I. I haven't, but when I read stories about it I sure would like too, the old fantasy versus reality thing. It really does happen and most of the time it has bad results. But, people still try it.I wish I could separate love from sex with my wife. I think I can do it with other woman because there is no love there. It's all about getting off and maybe getting your partner off.I believe that if a person can separate the two, love and sex, then you could swap, have sex on the side, and have an open.