Lying around tied up all the time was really, really boring. But, so long as he didn’t try to impale her again, she loved the brutal treatment she g...ot when he was aroused.A rustling in the bushes nearby attracted her attention. Questing outward with her mind, she was shocked to discover that their secret lair had finally been discovered. The smell of her blood had attracted a predator.“Vlad! Hide!” she whispered hoarsely.Vlad vanished with a whisper of movement. “Hey! Come back and untie me!”. In those days k**s were neither as liberated nor experienced as they are today. Pregnancy out of wedlock was a massive taboo, there was little or no access to contraception and nice girls just did not do that sort of thing. Strangely, Margaret never gave me a blow job before we married though I did get to fuck her! She did tell me about sucking the cocks of a rock band in the back of their van one night to get free entry to a gig. And on another occasion at a party she was caught giving. She started to spread her legs open for me, ever so slightly. It was uncomfortable reaching across her so I pulled me left arm back, and went straight for the lips to her pussy. She was so damp and so fuckin warm, I used just my index finger to runit up n down her slit, but when my finger got wet it sunk in to her folds. When I touched her clit her legs went wider and she scooted farther down in her seat. That was my cue, I spread her lips open with my fingers, inserting my finger inside her. I sat there as mom put her cig on the edge of the bedside cabinet and looked at me."Open up your legs wider!" she instructed me as mom stepped up onto the bed which rocked from side to side."Wider! Wider!" she called to me until my legs were at around 90 degrees to me. Stepping between my thighs I thought for a split second that she was going to step on my balls, her feet just inches from my crotch.I flinched as mom knelt between my knees, then crossed her legs, the weight of her crashing down.