So I made arrangements with a couple FB’s we know. To ensure there was something to cover both Mrs C and my self. Wednesday night comes round. And a...fter several flirty messages over the course of the day. We are home showered and ready to role out the door. Mrs C has her favourite dogging out for on... a little green maxi dress with a slit up the side. No knickers or bra. And two very hard nipples sticking out. There was no plan to go out for dinner tonight but just get out to the agreed site. The pounding finally stops. In a concurrent manner, my wrists are savagely pulled by the ropes until they are almost uncomfortably taut. I try to pull them back, but they are already secured in place. Next, I similarly feel my ankles being pulled down and wide apart, where I not only feel completely and vulnerably stretched out, but also where my wrists and ankles have no spare slack for me to find any kind of relief. Finally, my knees are drawn apart making my body completely immobile. As if. "Ooh god baby. I need you. Let me into you." I part my legs obediently and again I am taken away from myself. He demands this of me. Always, I give him all of myself. "look at me" His raspy whisper implores. I look at him deep into his eyes. My consciousness a pinpoint focused on him. He moves into me and I gasp. Crying out, calling for him. He lowers his mouth quenching my cries with his hungry lips holding me entranced. Moving as one sinuous, undulating body we rock together slowly, slowly. Dr Bradley gave her the option of putting up with the pain for a few more times or putting the catheter back in. She chose the pain.Sam and I did our best to fill her in on what was going on. Sam told her how I was throwing Jim out and coming on to Jeff. I wish she'd kept her mouth shut about that for a while, but it's too late now. So then I had to tell her everything, including how Jeff had backed off from getting close to me until I was totally free of Jim. And even then there wasn't any.