She moans from the pain caused in her exquisite tightness, but her excitement is such that she begins to thrust her body in and out of my tool. I grab... her waist and help her speed up her own onslaught. She lifts her head up looking at the ceiling and moans with her mouth closed, I grab her by the tail of her hair twirling my palm to grab as much of her hair as possible and secure her I make her thrust harder against my shaft pulling her hair and she moans louder through her teeth announcing the. How could I be sure that she wouldn’t get “lonely” again and make another “poor choice.”The fact was I couldn’t. If I was to get back together with Connie for anything more than a live-in FWB relationship, I would have to, somehow, learn to trust her again, and I just wasn’t sure that was likely or even, realistically, possible.We fucked liked bunnies at every opportunity, and I have to say that the sex was at least as good as I remembered. I don’t know if it was my 16-month long period of. Please, call me Laura.” She turned her head to return the kiss, leaning into me and putting her left arm round my neck so that I felt the soft but firm pressure of her breasts against my body. As she drew away from me, she turned her head so that, for a brief moment, her mouth brushed against mine. “Wow, you’re sure it’s okay to call you Laura?” “Yes, my dear, of course it is. You’re one of the grown-ups now.” “But you still recognized me? That’s awesome!” I confessed how I had come to. Her eyes homed inon the large wooden frame occupying one corner of the basement. and the heavywooden chair situated at the center of the room which had a sign atttached to it that read "reserved for Sharon with Tits out" They moved from these pieces offurniture to the objects hanging from the walls. There were all sorts of Knives,whips,power tools,drills,clamps,a bench vice,chains, leather restraints and other items that she imagined were designed todo even more damage to a person's body than.