She was 40, possibly 45, and I could have fucked her given theright set of circumstances. Now, it was me who was gonna get fucked! I, being the prison...er, wasalready standing, of course. I had a spreader bar which kept my ankles a yardapart, my wrists were cuffed behind my back ? oh, and I was naked. A biting,gripping, bitch of a cord had been tied around my cock and balls and wasconnected tautly to a D-ring in the middle of the bar between my ankles. Itserved to make my eight inches of uncut. " You'll take me?" Right now." Thanks be to god. You saved me from the pimps."Twenty minutes later we were on the river passing Brathwaite heading for the Gulf of Mexico. We stopped at Buras and took Heather clothes shopping. It wasn't the garment district but the general store had good clean sturdy clothes. We wanted foul weather gear but the clerk said we needed to go down to Venice ... The Venice Chandlery would have everything we needed. And they did."All this stuff is mine?" Heather. She toed off her shoes, standing in front of him finally in only her underclothes. He took a moment just to admire her toned body beautiful curves, before reaching out and toying with the tops of her bra. Ever so slowly he pulled the cups down below her breasts until they were fully bared to his sight. And what a sight it was. He gently tweaked her nipples, which were the same delicate pink as her bra, and she shivered.He leaned forward to wrap his lips around one, fingers teasing the other,. He told her with great difficulty that she was now a very real woman, and that the long separation had made her young years seem so distant. With a great deal of prying, she finally got him to admit he viewed her as a very exciting woman, although he felt extreme guilt in admitting so. She told him that they were in no way related, he ahd not adopted her, he had always acted with utmost character with her, and she took his words as a compliment. They spoke about the coincidence that neither was.