I then went and got some rope and I told her to set up a camera so as to record this. So she did and I got the rope caught her and tied her hands and ...legs wide apart. I then positioned the camera in such a way that it captures from her pussy side. I took the extra rope and whipped her lightly and increased the intensity slowly as she moaned louder and louder. I then took some clothes clips clipped the lips of her pussy and then tied them so as to spread the lips of her puss as wellI then. He took more lotion and poured some on my ass and rubbed it in with his cock.Then I felt it, his head was pushing into my anal opening, Oh my GOD he was so fucking big, he had trouble pushing the head in. Then BAM his head rammed in past my outer ring. My ass was burning, I was tempted to tell him to pull it out, but I had waited too long for this. I had read enough to know that if I relaxed my ass muscles would open up. Mike held still while my ass was getting adjusted to the intruder.As my. I was a little early, I thought, so I had time. I took my pants and shoes off, stowing them in the back, and brought out my 6 inch heels with ankle straps, blonde wig, what little makeup I had, and the mesh arm gloves. There wasn't a lot of room in my little car, but I managed to strap the heels on over my fishnet stockings, and set the wig in place with some adhesive, apparently very strong, and did my best with some eyeshadow, fake lashes, and slutty red lipstick. Up close, you could tell I. That elusive feeling was the warmth of belonging to someone, of knowing she was in charge, would take care of me, and was ultimately responsible. It was constraining, but also peaceful and safe. Being someone’s meant I at least had some use. What I feared the most was ending up becoming smaller, the way my cousins had made me. They’d torn me down, stopping me from learning, improving, and growing by choosing to act and gaining new experiences. I thought Fiona wouldn’t do that to me, but I could.