someharmindreaming:There was a bag in the bedroomAnd it stayed in the bedroomUnder the bedBut appa
someharmindreaming: There was a bag in the bedroomAnd it stayed in the bedroomUnder the bedBut apparently it had moved downstairsFor just this moment when the kids were at last awayBecause when he found herShe was in the garageLeaning against the wallWaiting for himStrange and wonderful cuffsOn her wrists, thighs and anklesAnd she had been busyWinding ropes around beamsPositioning carabiniersWhere she wished to be dangledWhere she wished to be spreadAnd there was the bag from under the bedBursting with new leather and red rubberHer secret hoardAll her secret masturbatory fantasiesFinally out in the lightAnd he didn’t break stepHe was exactly who she had hopedEven more so it turns outWhich was lucky -- source link