When you stop being a kid and still close your eyes, and see the image of your mother on her knees, long black hair draped down across her naked shoul...ders and back, hands on her breasts, begging up at you to bless her with your cock, calling you "master". When you dream of your sister clawing at your back as she begs you to creampie her and knock her up, sobbing that you're the only man for her. I was a bit of a pervert then. Heck, I still am, though I'm smart enough to keep it secret.Now. He held me and stroked my arms as we laughed and shared stories and passed the time.Oh, this happiness was heady stuff!I lay there thinking about how incredible this man was—smart, funny, warm, strong, good in bed. Well, I could only assume that last one, but I already knew I was itching to find out for sure. And speaking of itching--a thought at the back of my mind kept trying to claw its way to consciousness. Eventually it did.Why me?Finally it bugged me enough to ask."Besides the fact that. I motioned for her to sit next to me as she moved I noticed how chubby she actually was and as she sat down next to me I put my arm over her shoulders. “What you doing” she said half-jokingly, “Well we are on the back seat” I answered.Again she giggled and said “I’ve never been on the back seat with a lad before” “Then you haven’t lived” I replied, as she giggled again I leaned in and kissed her. She let me and after a couple of kisses we were soon in a clinch. As we pulled apart she asked “Are. Lifting her with one hand by the throat, he fastened the straps to her wrists, her body facing the wall and her ass sticking out slightly to relive the pressure of the bonds on her wrists. Spreading her legs, he shackled them to the floor so she stood, her legs spread wide by the chains on the straps. Slipping in behind her, he told her he intended to fuck her in every way a demon could imagine. “And we have lots of imagination” he laughed in her ear.Taking a two foot long tree root, he drew.