Francis closed the front door to her house and slumped against it, exhausted. Without bending down to untie them she flicked off her shoes, and pulled her socks from her feet. Walking through into the living room of her house she undid the buttons on her pristine work blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. Her thoughts were monotonous and concerned only with shedding every vestige on her body that reminded her of the day she had just struggled through. Her fingers fumbled with the zip on the side of her skirt, which she eventually abandoned, clumsily tugging the skirt past her hips and leaving them crumpled on the floor beneath her. Now just in her bra and slender thong she stood wearily in the middle of her living room, hands running through her hair and rubbing her face. Francis reached behind her back and tugged at the clasps on her bra, pulling them open and letting the bra fall from her shoulders and flop onto the floor in front of her. She breathed in deeply, allowing herself to relax, her small, firm tits rising and falling with each breath. She felt a presence approaching from behind and suddenly her vision went black. Something tight had been tied around her eyes. She struggled momentarily, but her tiredness got the better of her and she quickly relented, allowing herself to be maneuvered onto her knees. More knots were being tied, this time around her arms, keeping them tightly in place.
"Hi, Arthur. I didn't realise you were home." Francis breathlessly mumbled.
Arthur didn't say anything. He kissed her on the forehead, before tearing off her thong. Francis knew that this wasn't going to be as relaxing as she had planned her after work activities to be, but she didn't care. She was happy not to have to make any more decisions.
With her left hand bound to one leg of the steel table and her right bound to another, Francis wasn't going anywhere. Her arms stretched either side of her, breasts exposed. She was vulnerable, and completely at the mercy of the one who'd left her here. A blindfold over her eyes, Francis couldn't see anything at all, but as it pressed on her lips and entered her mouth she immediately recognised the taste and contours of Arthur's cock. She had sucked on this dick more times than she could count, learning each and every inch of it perfectly. She had sucked it, fucked it, been fucked by it, teased it, tasted it and relished every second. Francis took the length of it into her mouth, feeling a slight twinge of pain as it was pushed to its limits into the recesses of her mouth and throat. Pulling at her restrains she tried ambitiously to adjust the position of her head to accommodate Arthur's member. As Arthur slowly removed his cock from Francis' mouth she breathed in deeply, savouring the smell of her lovers slightly sweaty body and the unique musk of his dick. Her breathing time over, Arthur began once again fucking the hungry lips in front of him, thrusting his hips forcefully, making sure that as much of his dick was in Francis' mouth as she could take. Francis in turn was bobbing her head back and forth as much as her restraints would allow, complimenting the thrusting hips that pushed the throbbing dick past her lips and over her tongue.