On the bus back to the office I had to work hard to block out wild thoughts about being tied semi naked to the wall while James fucked my brains out. ...James was a professional colleague that I wanted to write with, not fuck. Now you know about the setting I should tell you something about the man. Early 40s, blue eyes, great hair, cute nose, well dressed (wow a man that can co-ordinate), funny, a confirmed single with, it appears, a rather keen interest in slightly left of centre sex. What was. It only caused her to giggle, as if I was the one being odd."I already like your bed. It's pretty comfortable. I like black too,"she added.I could feel a shiver creeping down my spine. She knew about what hadhappened in the morning. She was clearly involved in some way."How the fuck do you know about that?" No need to swear, Tony, it's not a nice thing for a future young ladyto do."She'd called me a young lady, but that wasn't really the story now. Atleast, I opted to completely ignore it.She. Like most men, it was something that I had secretly fantasised about, but getting my former wife to even think about it would have been out of the question.I cut four lengths, using a Swiss army penknife I kept in my bedside cabinet. I tied Tracey’s wrists to the wooden bedhead. I straddled her back and kissed my way down. I stopped and enjoyed a good taste of her pussy and ass before tying her legs to the frame. The sight of her naked and tethered caused my cock to stiffen and rise.“Now fuck. She had remembered that the delivery guy from her favorite place had a crush on her and they would often flirt openly for a couple of minutes every time he delivered food.'Maybe I can get him to do me a favor,' Renee thought to herself, as she picked up the phone. She confirmed Justin was working before placing her order, then sat back thinking about how she could convince him to not charge her for her order.She ran upstairs and changed into a pair of yoga pants and a tight low cut shirt.