We had a great conversation, and I could see her as somewhat nervous. It was as though she had something to say, but was uneasy. Finally, she asked "W...hat did you mean by straightening out your swim trunks?" I was ready for the question, even though I wasn't convinced she'd paid much attention to my comment. "Oh, if you don't mind a bit of graphic detail, I normally - when alone in a hotel hot tub - exposed my genitals to the water. I find it stimulating and refreshing!" She didn't blush (after. She didn't stir, so I did the same with her right breast. They were full like Gloria's, but felt softer to the touch. The moonlight was shining in the windows, and it highlighted her creamy skin against the black nylon nightie. I fell asleep with her breasts in the palms of my hands, until later, when she changed her position, spread her legs, and placed her hand directly on my penis. I was hard in seconds, and as I got that way, my erection poked out of the fly opening in my pajama pants. I. Releasing her wrists and ankles from the bedposts, he attached the snap hook to her wrist restraints in front of her and re-positioned her on the bed onto her elbows and knees. Once again securing the gag in her mouth, he moved around behind her and slowly removed the butt plug. He then placed a condom over his stiff dick and applied some lubricant. But before he entered her asshole, he placed a remote-control vibrating egg deep inside her steamy pussy and gave it a test. Pleasurable moans. I had five hours to kill until she’d be home. I paced. I sat. The beer in the fridge kept calling me, but I was wise enough not to give in. Food had no appeal. I tried ginger ale and crackers to settle the churning in my stomach, but it didn’t help.I sat in my chair in the living room. I heard her car door. The front door opened, and I looked at her. Her face scanned the mess, the holes in the wall, and the clear look of rage on my face. She looked sad and I knew she’d been crying. But then I.