Ronnie repents

He opened an eye, but his whole world was still a darkness. He felt something around his face, like a mask. It made her cool with fear when she began to regain consciousness. Ronnie tried to move, but she couldn't.

He felt the rope wrapped around and around his body, firmly securing it to a narrow sofa. His wrists were securely tied and then pulled behind his head where they were attached to the back of the sofa.

Ronnie realized she was totally naked. His legs were drawn under the sofa and were tightly tied together on his ankles, the sofa forcing his legs apart. For a brief moment I was terrified to realize that your sex was open and completely exposed. She screamed, but the ball in her mouth made a practically impossible sound.

Then he realized something else. Her vagina was full of something difficult. I felt that a big dick was sitting inside her, filling her up. Ronnie gained consciousness quite quickly and, as she did, the sound of soft hummingbird suddenly made her entry into her world. As he did, the dildo in his vulva began to stroke his rhythm. The dildo adhered to a device mounted at the end of the sofa, a device that pushed the dildo to about four inches inside and outside its vulva at the speed of about two strokes per second.

The dildo was large in width, just over an inch and a half, and he was stretching Ronnie's sex with every push, bringing to his senses a strange mix of pain and excitement.

Then, while his consciousness was restored, the dildo took his body and began to groan almost silently his way to an orgasm. She knew it was just the beginning of what she had been promised - and she was not wanting what was most in the store for her. She could deal with the dildo for now, but she knew it would soon be painful as she continued her incessant shit action inside her vulva. His sex was becoming more sensitive and tenderer with every blow and even when his second orgasm was built to his inevitable climax, Ronnie began to feel the pain this huge device was causing her.

Like the third orgasm mixed with intrusive instrument pain, Ronnie remembered why he was here and knew he had no choice. I'd have to put up with anything to be sued for her.

The letter sat at the dining table, and underneath was the envelope on which it had been published. Published, not hand-delivered. Posted. The letter had been addressed to Craig Carter and, as usual, he had arrived at the post that morning while his wife, Ronnie, was still dressed up.

Normally the radio would be in the kitchen while Craig prepared his breakfast, but the kettle had spent a long time boiling and off and, after opening the post, Craig had sat waiting.

"Ready, honey?" The female voice called down. Quiet, not the usual answer. Then the steps came when Ronnie went down the stairs.

"What's up?" He asked, roasting his head around the dining room door and noting that the table was naked.

"This is," Craig shone in it while holding the single sheet of paper for her.

Ronnie took the sheet and looked at her, getting pale like her.

"Shit!" She said. "What bastard would send something like that?"

"The bastard you've been fucking, perhaps?" Craig spit out the words.

"But I haven't been, just you," Ronnie protested.

"Really." Craig took the letter and read it out loud. "Dear Craig, I thought you'd like to know that your wife is very good in bed. She's really one of the best oral givers I know and I love tattoo inside her left leg - the fun of having a four-leaf clover right under her shaved sex. I am very jealous that you have at your disposal one of the most prominent clitoris that I have had the pleasure of strangling. Besides, I think your wife is a very good shit. I want nothing but for you to know how much I enjoyed our times together in the last six weeks." The letter was not signed. Ronnie was pale. "So," Craig told him, "Tell me nothing is happening."