I tried calling him, but his phone was turned off. I checked my text messages and realized he had texted me suggesting we do some roleplay since we ha...d the chance. I was more than excited and texted him back, "of course " I stepped back from the window, and thought I heard a footstep. I stepped back about to turn around but could not bring myself to turn completely. The next thing I remember was someone blindfolding me and tying up my hands. My boyfriend was very strong and I could feel his. “You're such a greedy slut," he whispers back, his voice rough and wild and so fucking hot. "I love you like this."He goes slowly at first. Thrusting himself deep inside me, as deep as I can take. And then he goes deeper still. His hand is in my hair, and he pulls me back with every thrust. He's so strong. I'm like nothing to him. He can do whatever he wants with me.I feel him pushing his cock into me, pounding me. I can feel his entire length sliding into me. Again. And again. And again.Then. "Unten steht noch ein Wäschekorb“, erinnerte sie mich bevor sie die Badezimmertür hinter sich schloss.Sie hatte recht und außerdem musste ich das Bett noch mal beziehen.Natürlich hielt ich mein Versprechen und erledigte als guter Hausmann noch meine Arbeiten.Die nächsten Tage verliefen dann bei uns unspektakulär und wir waren mit dem üblichen Alltag aus Job und Uni gut ausgelastet. Die Özgur Jungs sahen wir hin und wieder im Treppenhaus, aber abgesehen von einem dreckigen Grinsen und der ein. I knew that there was a room in the upstairs loft of Jack's barn whichhad a wide variety of items that could be used for bondage. As I gathered together ropes and pulleys and variousleather contraptions, I realized that this was all way too convenient. Maybe the room and the whole barn was intendedfor bondage. What did my mother know about this? What don't I know about my mother?Uncle Jack left on a Thursday night and wasn't supposed to be home until Sunday night. The answering machine in.