She hesitated. "Well, at first it was. But maybe some of the other husbands noticed, I don't know, but after him they all started trying to push their... cocks up inside my cooch. Every guy I got under the mistletoe with reached under my skirt and ripped my panties a bit more and then stuck his thing up inside me. Even your boss did! He was so eager that I think he even squirted his cum up inside me!"She looked at my reluctant expression. "But that's okay, right honey?" she whispered. "That's what. I sprinted hard for a good minute as I went around a corner. I no longer heard foot steps behind me as I had gotten far ahead of him. It was a few minutes later when I heard his foot steps again behind me. I gave it one last sprint, but I was now done. I stopped and rested as I bent over in exhaustion. I gave up as I heard the foot steps closing in on me. A few seconds later the foot steps had stopped. I stood their still trying to catch my breath when I felt his warm breath speak out into my. “Alright. One o’clock?”But of course it wasn’t just lunch in the end.“We need to agree on what we’re going to tell Phil about the apartment.” Christy said after we’d ordered. “I told him that my uncle helps me with the rent.”“Oh, right.” I said, and we discussed the details of our lie into the meal.“They have rooms here Harry.” Christy said over desert, coquettishly licking a bit of chocolate from her lower lip.That smile of hers; so bright, so lovely, so irresistible. I tried, I really did; I. I couldn't lift my head any longer and the rope was cutting into my neck. "Just say the safe word, I'll stop." And then she turned the knobs again so that I jerked and sputtered and wept like a child.There was no safe word. They hadn't given me one. And truthfully I'd never in my life wanted one. Not until right then. This woman was destroying my tits, killing me I thought. I couldn't survive this. I tried speaking, to tell her that I didn't know the safe word, but nothing came out except weak.