It actually scraped my hip as she pushed it shut behind us. The sight of the unmade bed rather forcefully reminded me of what she was supposed to be e...ncouraging me to forget.She cupped my chin in her hand and forced me to look at her. She was wearing her teacher expression when she said, “I want your word. I do this for you, and you never tell a soul what you saw here tonight.”“I... I...” My brain simply wouldn’t work. All I could do was stammer and stare at her.“Won’t tell anyone?” she. Olivia smiled and went into their large walk-in closet and reappeared with two medium sized boxes. They were decorated with purple and blue but had no name on them. Opening one up, Olivia pulled out an incredibly detailed and realistic prosthetic vagina. She grabbed the hair dryer and started pouring heat onto the underside of the prosthetic. The glue started to bubble and move as it activated, a glue which once dried, no amount of heat or pulling would break its hold. As she was doing this,. Ahhhhh... ohhh... been since you made love to me,... oh, yes... without taking my clothes off?" Or mine?" Yes, ss,... ss... ss... ss!" She said, the words jagged, punctured by my dick.I felt her high heels against my back and covered her mouth with mine. She began giggling while we fucked and I could feel the lovely sensation of her pussy vibrating on my cock. She looked into my eyes and held onto them as she met each thrust of mine with one of her own, perfectly coordinated for mutual. She lay nude with her ankles splayed and bound to the legs. Her wrists bound above her head. “Please Mr “C”, release me.”As I looked at her wrists, I noticed a rope to the handcuffs. It appeared as if the cuffs were attached to a pulley system and the rope had slipped off the wheel. This causing her to be trapped. A vibrator was laying between her thighs continuing its gentle humming. There was clear embarrassment on her crimson complexion.“Please…please release me. You can’t tell anyone about.