I mean ... No man has ever touched me..." Jan, I love you, baby, and sex has nothing to do with that. We don't have to do anything. We can kiss and go... to sleep in each other's arms."This time she shook her head vigorously. "Nuh-uh," she hissed. "I'd try to rape you and do it all wrong and be traumatized for life." Then let's go slow, baby. You set the pace." I held her close to me.She whispered in my ear, "Get me out of this bra..."I already had my arms around her back and it was a small effort. She looked at my hard nipple for what seemed like hours. Finally she gently took hold of my tit and, after teasing the nipple until I felt the wetness in my pussy, she tucked it back in. God, I felt like everybody in the place was watching us but it did FEEL SO GOOD. She looked at me with deep blue eyes and said: "Tom has arranged for you to have a wonderful weekend, Kay. We'll get to know each other VERY well before it's over." She complimented me on how good I looked and, as turned to deliver. She could barely breath against the pressure and had tried to fight her way out but had weakened so quickly and passed out without so much as a scream or a scratch. Now, she was awake and mad. She was tied to some kind of table. It smelt foul, felt rough and hurt her back. Her arms were above her head, tied tightly, her legs spread and tied to the corners at the opposite end. There was tape over her mouth and across her cheeks into her hair. It pulled every time she turned her head. She was. He loved nothing more than to wear the false tits and his pride and joy a typical French maids outfit witgh low cut top and lots of frilly petticoats always though he had no panties on and frequently had his cock bound usually in the erect state and his balls often appeared blue from the tight bindings which prevented him cumming.He was dressed in this fashion and as usual he began by being on his knees with his wife's lover's black cock sticking in his mouth and loving the feel of it plunging.