"Fishing again." She rolled to his side of the bed, savoring the scent left on his pillow.She hated fishing season. Hell, it had gotten to the point t...hat she hated fish all together. Sex between them was almost non-existent from June to August, and weekends were horrible. He brought his fishing gear to work with him and spent hours each evening standing hip deep in Ship Creek casting over and over. Early morning weekend sex--a mainstay during the long, dark winters--was a thing of the past.. ”“You aren’t,” he whispered, hovering above her. His hand was gentle yet insistent upon her thigh. Spreading her, so he could slide in even closer. The warm grin on his face became mischievous as the head of his shaft teased her, “But you might be when I am done with you.”There was a brief moment of utter terror as she waited for him to enter her. A deep-seated fear that she would never enjoy this again. That he would hurt her, just as everyone else had hurt her. That, despite her posturing,. I couldn't believe it, this very sexy girl wants to fuck me. I looked down and her petite ass was swaying side to side while she led me up stairs. We got to what was her room, and it was tidy, very well organised, but on her bed was a dildo, and some lube. "Oh don't worry, I won't use them on you, they are to be used on me. My heart was racing and my stumach was filled with buterflies. Sophie turned to me and said "This is your last chance to change your mind, are you sure...." I interupted her. ..Good gracious, Carla does not want to waste time, she drops her gown, fully nude she starts to embrace me-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------PERFECT PERVERSE PLAN TO GET THE TWO HOTTIES HORNYER THAN THEY EVER EXPERIENCED!Perfect perverse plan, part two: I talk Carla up into a completely new erotic experience: blind-folded & tied-upPretty much as I envisaged, Carla is soon subjugated:.