Anyway, this time, my right hand grasped the rope and held on. And the end of the dangling rope slowly came back down, with me hanging onto it, until ...the rope and I were both back in the barrel. My weight had been enough to retrieve it, and there had been enough resistance to prevent me from coming down hard in another free fall.But now I confronted a new problem. Whatever the rope had been attached to, above the barrel, was nowhere to be seen. And if this rope was operating on a pulley. It had been formed in a limestone strata layer in the rock and hollowed out by the actions of a long-dead subterranean river.Their first night, with a roaring fire at the mouth of the cave, was spent making love; cementing their bond of love. She sat astride him, pinioned on his manhood as she rode him, rocking her hips in a frenetic rhythm. This was turning out to be her favourite position, one that stimulated her clitoris while she felt him deep inside her body. It was a position that allowed. I’d had to keep my erotic side a secret as it was and, having grown so used to keeping quiet about it, I didn't think I could be honest, especially since Annie had starred in a fantasy or two of mine.I never understood the distaste of sex or the restrictions on who you had sex with but, growing up in our town, things had been made very clear for those of us who might stray from the designated path. I wasn't sure I could handle the kind of consequences my parents and pastor would have in. Due to the knowledge I had of her, I slowly drew her in without overwhelming her and subsequently became her online dom. That was a breakthrough in my plan because it allowed for things to turn much more sexual. I began ordering her to do things like not wear panties to work, masturbate at work, watch a certain pornographic video, and purchase sexy underwear and sex toys. We did face challenging hurdles along the way, but I always stayed patient and persistent with my plan to realize my wildest.