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Chapter III
Oh, what a lonely hour! Bonnie hung limply. The sex was great, but she was tired, she was stiff and sore all over, her jaw ached from the tight gag, and the weight hanging from her tied toes was an unexpected burden to bear. John's cum had mingled with her own, and oozed out of her snatch. It had dripped slowly down her thighs before drying into crusty white patterns that itched her skin.
Finally she heard the door open, and a happy groan escaped her gagged mouth. "Time is up," he said. "Five hours…..incredible." Quickly he untied the weight, and freed her toes. Bonnie giggled behind her gag, and wiggled her toes happily. He lowered her to the ground, and gently helped her to lower her arms. After 5 hours her shoulders were so stiff and sore that it took several minutes until her bound hands could be lowered to waist level. She held her hands in front of her while her freed her captive thumbs. They were totally numb, and it was minutes before they would even wiggle. Bonnie winced as the blindfold was removed, blinking from the sudden light and the sting of her salty sweat. John untied the outermost silk scarf, and let it drop to the ground. Her face was slippery with saliva, and her lips were stretched into a grimace from the pressure of the gag. He quickly untied the knot, and pulled the wet scarf from between her teeth. The corners of her mouth were raw from the pressure of the gag, and drool gushed over her full lower lip. Gingerly her stuck his index finger and thumb into her wide open mouth, and drew out the sopping wet wadding. She retched slightly as the cloth stuck to the back of her throat, then groaned with pleasure at the huge wad was pulled from her mouth. John dropped in on the floor of the garage with a wet plop.
"Ohhhhh….." she groaned, reaching to hug her husband. "Oh my…….." He drew her close, and enveloped her small, naked body in his arms. She turned her face toward his, and he kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue into his mouth and licking the accumulated drool from her lips and chin.
He had run her a hot bath, and quickly he picked up his beloved Bonnie, and carried her to the bathroom. She slipped out of his arms, and groaned happily as the hot water immersed her sore, tired body. "Take as long as you like, he said softly. He handed her a glass of iced tea, and she drained it thirstily. "Call if you want anything, he offered. He stood, watching for a moment, trying to gauge her emotions. With one last smile he left the room.
John fixed something to eat while she languished in the hot water. Finally she emerged, barefooted, wearing one of his terrycloth bathrobes. It was way to big on her, and she looked cute as a button. Bonnie didn't volunteer anything about her experience, and he had decided not to pry. She would talk about it if, and when she felt like it. She cuddled against him as they watched TV that evening. Despite her sore muscles and stiff joints, they made love again that evening. It was good….but not as good………
John was awakened by the light streaming through the window. He stretched contentedly, and then turned to Bonnie. She was not there. Puzzled, he sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
Her pillow bore the indention where her head had lay, and there was a note on the pillow……
Come to the garage………
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