I just needed to make up my mind.With Andy still teasing me, the fantasies started flooding, blocking out any other thoughts. Here is how I fantasied ...it.The house was locked and all the lights were off. Andy lit two candles in the bedroom. Our bed has two leather straps, like long belts, which go around the mattress and buckle to hold the belt firmly in place. One is around the mattress in a location which places it under a kitten’s neck. The other is placed under her hips. We keep the straps. It was a very modern place and I loved the décor and how cool it looked. The downstairs toilet was busy so I headed upstairs. At the top of the stairs was a half open door and I couldn’t resist a peak inside, it was the master bedroom which again didn’t disappoint. There was a huge four-poster bed and mirrored wardrobes running the length of one wall, stylish and kinky – I was impressed! I thought of them together messing up the sheets and began wondering what exactly Mike was packing in those. Quickly she tried to straighten herself as he walked into the room."What are you doing on the couch", he asked her. They hadn't been getting along lately and usually it was him that slept on the couch. "I broke down on the side of the road last night and my cell was dead", she answered. "I was stranded there for a long time until a very nice couple stopped and gave me a ride home". He looked at her for a few seconds then spoke in a low but stern voice. "Really"? "I guess it was well after some. The others got behind me, staring at my pouting pussy and winking brown eye. His hand drew back and I closed my eyes. Smack. It was not as bad as I thought it would be. Perhaps Marco was working up to harder blows. Smack, slightly harder, but certainly no killer either. He’d struck me ten times before I even flinched at the harshness of the blow, more from repetition than violence. “Look,” Matteo said, “her culo is red. At first, Marco’s handprint showed on her backside, but now it’s all.