As soon as they were in the room Brian was at her. He didn't give her time to think or have second thoughts; he just took her. She guiltily admitted t...hat was just what she wanted — sex without thought or love or tenderness. She had dressed carefully, wearing a sheer black bra, matching tiny silk panties, sheer stockings and very high-heeled pumps. Brian was not as big as Michael but he got her off again and again with his constant demands on her body. She felt young and desired. And for awhile. She was begging by now.“Come on, Davy. Fuck me,” she moaned.But, I was just starting. I did the other leg the same way. I noticed when the sweat broke out between her breasts. I could see her love juices flowing, feel her heat and tension. I leaned over her to kiss her breasts. Her legs scissored around me as she tried to pull me into her.I took a piece of rope, put the slip knot around her ankle and pulled it tight. I pulled her ankle snug to her thigh and tied the rope around it. Her legs. At first she watched me intently but as she moved from rubbing her clit to dipping a finger inside herself she closed her eyes and moaned softly. Just as I was getting into her private show, Rachel stopped moving and opened her eyes to look me in the eye. In a split second I thought she had chickened out and was going to kick me out.“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Did you need some lotion or something? I have some in the bathroom.”“No, I’m ok” The pre-cum was all I needed.“Good because I don’t want. A cure for any ailment. Negotiations were made, Peter described his fantasies of having pictures of me, and I found myself bargaining for the little sports car. I knew Peter would resell the Volvo, and although it felt awful, I knew that he would do anything for me, with his foolish heart in the forefront. I was gonna get the Spider for a bunch of pictures and I car that was about to shit the bed... I already felt the cycle of betrayal coming around to bite me in the ass, which is what.