I could tell it was hard for her think about this, much less talk about it. Still, I wasn't sure why I would think badly about her for this.She took a... deep breath and burrowed tighter against me. "A part of me still yearns to produce babies. I feel like I was cheated. I mean, I was so grateful to have you, and I love you so much, but part of me felt like I should have had more children. I guess I'd just repressed that part for the last few years. When you made love to me the other day, and I. I could feel something sliding around the soft skin of my wrists. Deprived of sight, one of the senses I relied on most, my mind worked in overdrive, trying to calculate what was happening. Quickly I realized it was a binding of sorts. I could feel the rope going around my wrists, several times, before being tied securely. I knew, instinctively, that he must have some instruction from Ryder. And suddenly I felt absolutely helpless, knowing full well it had been me to press Marc into getting. I can tell you’re nervous. We get out of the car, there’s a few people about and l’ve spotted a few joggers. Before you have the chance to move, l come up behind you and put your collar on, and lock it with the key l always carry on a necklace. I attach the leash l keep just for these situations. You know you’ve done wrong. You hear me go the car boot and you know what’s in there- the rucksack of disobedience. I put my knee in your back and bring your wrist behind you and tie them together. It was rare that any one passed through the city, but the thought that someone might walk by and see her rigorously fingering her pussy, her legs spread wide with a pool of cum and sweat slowly traveling down the inclined alleyway, oh it made her wet enough to drip through her panties. With one hand playing with her nipples and her other hand rubbing her clit, she ventured to find a new spot to cum. On the roof of the three story building she began, the shlicking sound of her wet pussy being.