Or be a practical woman and take all the responsibility of my family. I chose the second option as it was the right one. Day by day our bonding was be...coming weak.He became narrow-minded as he always stayed in the house. Sometimes I had a night shift in my office. Whenever I used to come back in the morning, he taunted me as he thinks that I spoiled my modesty. I always suggested him to do some small job rather than staying 24 hours in the house like jobless people.An idle brain is a devil’s. I recognized the panties that Tom had a put out on the bed. I wondered if they were for him or me. I was so very pleased when he handed that pair of Martha’s black satin panties to me. He had brought these same panties along for me when we had met at my house. That pair was among my favorites, along with the throw-offs his wife had been getting rid of that Tom was thoughtful enough to give to me. I have to admit that wearing anything of Marsha’s was a turn on for me.Those satin panties felt so. I had purchased comfortable, top quality wristand ankle cuffs, all with cleverly designed panic release mechanisms. I designedthe rig as a semi integrated system where the rope for my arms was loopedthrough the leg rope. This stretched me very tight but when any one of the panicreleases were activated the entire rope rig would collapse, freeing all fourlimbs. It took very little time to set up using natural hemp rope, some hardwarethat I had brought along, and a couple of car springs from the. I molded myself to his body. I could feel his cock hardening against me.He trailed down to my chest, lowering my dress with his hands as his mouth sought my breasts.I was glad that I hadn’t worn a bra.As my breasts came into view, I felt his cock harden all the way, like a rock forming. “Oh my God. I almost forgot how incredible they were.”Then his lips fastened around one of my nipples suckling at it like a man dying of thirst.The feeling was incredible. “Oh GOD Matt!” I arched my back and.