My s*x, Her Sex
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, AAAAAAHH!”
My wife Shelly screamed out perhaps her sixth orgasm of the evening and then finally pulled her twelve-inch c**k from my agonized ass and climbed off the bed. First she unstrapped this monstrous organ, set it aside, and then removed the cuffs securing my hands behind my back and the spreader bar shackled to my ankles.
“Okay Brian,” she sweetly ordered me, “Off the bed and onto the table!”
This was a sturdy, unadorned oak construction about four feet by six. Placed barely an inch away from the mattress, the top of this was at the exact same level as the bed. Despite my extreme debilitation (in addition to the damage just inflicted I’d been bound immobile for hours) I managed to crawl over there and turn back around facing the bed. While I did
