Slick from all the heat and sweat, Lupita finally prepares for the unconscious realm of dreams. Her marathon had ended many hours ago; yet, she continued plowing her boytoy employer. It was a miracle she hadn't lost her mind with this constant fornication, though this might be the result of her determination to stay in control of this new relationship. The same could not be said for Andrew, for there were no words he could even contemplate uttering right now.
What had done him in first? The endless sex, the knowledge he had lost, or perhaps he had come to a realization about himself. As if that last one would be true; he felt only a mixture of hatred and ecstasy at his maid. Rather, ex-maid, but the semantics were not a concern for him at this time. It could be summarized that Lupita had kidnapped him and stolen his property, since the evidence was literally tied to him. Charges that would no doubt be considered heinous if taken to court. With his "reputation", it wouldn't be a laughing matter!
But, why didn't he try that now? Andrew's eyes hadn't glanced around (yes, all he could see was the inside of her cleavage) frantically. He'd been sort of nonchalant with this whole ordeal, almost like he had no inclination to escape. Had his body betrayed him more than he realized? As if on cue, Lupita's snatch milked another load from him, thanks to her thrusts from being on top. Each one made Andrew's tip hit the opening to her cervix, desperately strangling his rod for more warmth to be released.
"How long can she keep this up?" he whispered to himself, having become accustomed to Lupita's pheromones at this point. "Hell, how long can I keep up?" There has been absolutely no break from this coitus for the past half day, except for when Andrew's captor got up to get a drink of water earlier. That moment he will always remember fondly, since he felt slightly hollow when she had stopped. This feeling slightly returned, as Lupita stood up and walked around for a bit. Partially remedied when she grabbed Andrew's butt and made him thrust like that, it was clear to the both of them they could never live separated again.
Lupita knew this, anyway; Andrew's traumatized ego would take some time to recover. For now, she was ready to sleep in her new home; complete with fresh blankets and a new lover. Skipping past an uneventful dinner and forgone shower, Lupita was well rested in Andrew's bed. Now nude, she had chosen to sleep on her back so as not to crush "Andy", as she referred to him by.
He had been in darkness ever since being tied up, so night wouldn't exactly be that different. For all intents and purposes anyway, one major detail was lacking; Lupita was fast asleep, and he was still horny as ever. He needed to release again, but the one who had performed all the action couldn't continue. Her moist inner walls massaged him whilst she slept; toying with him perhaps? Did she know he had started craving this? "Agh, I can't let her win!" Andrew hissed. "I won't submit to this." So that explains it, he considered actively participating as a sign of total defeat. Andrew's ego was raring to get out of this and still take everything back!