She can’t see anything, can only feel and hear. He ties each of her hands to the posts of the bed, then each of her ankles. He sits beside her on ...the bed and she hears him breathing as he lowers his face to hers and sucks her lips into his mouth. His lips are soft and thick, his mouth warm and sweet. He pushes her lips open with his tongue and explores her hot mouth. Victory is writhing on the bed wishing she could reach up and grab the back of his head and pull him close. He runs his. With my hands back on her body, my fingers touched her clit and and she spread her legs wide. Her young pussy was warm and soaked and the look in her eyes, I knew she wanted to fuck. In the only conversation since we started, I asked her if I needed protection to her quick answer of "no" as she was on the pill. As I slid between her legs she lifted up on her elbows to watch her pussy take me inside her. She was so tight and squirmed as I slid inside of her. I was thrusting in and out fucking. He carried himself well in a walk that demanded respect. “This is Two Shots the president of our order. He prides himself on being able to cum twice every time he has sex.” Kilt said with a grin on his face. “He’s never failed me yet!”Hardy looked over the president of the order; his tall commanding stature, his deep brown eyes, his thick chestnut hair which covered his head and his chest. His slightly tilted gate which accentuated a large cock package tucked away all on one side. Hardy. Her moans escaping every time she sits down. And then…Seeing Maggie’s face. I mentally cringe as I remember how it went: me throwing her off in a panic, her surprised scream. My terrified one. She had asked me what was wrong. My mind was reeling, with I knee jerk reaction I say: “Nothing Maggie, I’m fi- SHIT Fiona I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sa-“. The argument that followed straight after was gruesome.Shaking the thoughts out of my mind I focus on what will be happing tomorrow…The Next DayI hear.