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her…yet. Peeking behind the shower curtain and into the linen closet and nothing. I look behind the door and there she is, hovering behind clothes hanging on a hook. She giggles and comes out with two of my ties around her neck. I get an idea. I walk over, pick her up and hoist her over my shoulder, all the while she is giggling and squealing. We return to the bedroom and I throw her down on the bed. I take the blue tie from her neck and then the red one and lay both on the bed beside me. Pushing her onto her back, I grab both of her hands and tie them together with the blue tie above her head. I then grab her ankles and loosely tie them together with the red tie. She doesn’t even protest instead she giggles. I begin to work on her little erect nipples taking them into my mouth and nibbling on them. She squirms and giggles some more. Not the reaction I expect but I continue by massaging and sucking on her breasts until the nipples are both red and throbbing from all the attention. Meanwhile, she continues to giggle.
     
    I finally stop and look at her, “What is so funny?”
     
    She giggles again, “A lot of good any of this is going to do, you forgot that I still have panties on. Looks like Mr. Suave will have to untie me first.” Her tone mocking me.
     
    That’s it, I have had about enough of her taunting me for one day. I take both hands and rip her panties clean off her body exposing a shaved pussy that I want to be inside, NOW! As the fabric rips away from her body, I pick them up and dangle them in her face.
     
    “You were saying… lover ?”
     
    She has no words apparently as her mocking look has left her face, her eyes are now hooded with desire and I take that as my green light. I lean down and spread her thighs further apart making room for my body to settle in between her bound legs. I lift her hips slightly and enter her with an exaggerated slowness. She arches her back throwing her head further into the pillow. I move slowly in and out of her watching every reaction to the pleasure registering on her face. She licks her lips and I pull out. I move the head in and out of her wet spot in a tortuous slow pace, taunting and teasing. A low guttural growl escapes her lips as she bucks her hips toward me and wrestles with her legs and arms still bound. In one swift and fluid movement, I thrust my hips with force fully into her core and begin pumping myself in and out of her until both of us cum. I collapse onto her noticing both of our bodies dewy from the intense exertion.
     
    After a while of lying together in our afterglow, I realize that I still have her tied up, which then turns me on all over again. I roll onto my side and see that she is crying. I pretend not to notice and I flick at her nipple with my tongue. My arousal is too strong to ignore. I roll on top of her and go for another round. She responds with full abandon but she doesn’t say a thing, she doesn’t have to, her body does all the speaking needed.
     
    By the end of the weekend, the only thing we really accomplished was several orgasms and a lot of tear shed. I can’t understand why she is so emotional, her reactions to everything has been puzzling and cause for concern. She doesn’t really have anyone that I can contact other than her family. I think I may need to tell my mother and she can contact Mrs. Devereaux. We need to get to the bottom of this. I don’t need this distraction.
     
    I ride with her to the airport and at the curb, we say our goodbye, which is filled with more of her tears. I finally have had enough. I grab her by both arms and give a gentle but firm shake. “Mare! What the hell is going on with you? I have never known you to be so emotional! What is going on and don’t tell me it’s because you can’t keep minute by minute tabs on me!”
     
    She jerks her arms away and covers her face with her hands. “Oh God Harry, I am three weeks late, and I cheated on you so it’s possible that it may not be