The next day, as soon as I was fed and cleaned up, she led me back to bed. She pulled a book from her bedside table. It was the Kamasutra!
"Let's see, what do I try this time?" she asked herself flipping through the book.
She pushed me onto my back, my legs were bound to the foot-board of the bed in the shape of number sevens. Turning backwards she mounted me with her own knees pulled up to her chest, placed her hands on me to support herself and began to thrust. Not letting this moment go to waste I soon joined her.
Later she tied my chest to a large pillow at the head of the bed. Ms. Burroughs then straddled me with her knees tucked up under my elbows stretching backwards, grabbing a hold of my feet. Her massive breasts bounced around in front of me as she moved. Once I was sure she was ready I began to thrust away.
Finally I was laid on my side. Ms. Burroughs lay on her back, legs over my hips, with me tucked safely inside her. We stayed in this final position for hours of slow, pleasant love making. She continued indulging in her little book for the next two days. As we awoke on the morning of the fourth day she just about to pick it up again when her phone rang.
"What?" she snapped into the receiver.
She listened for a minute.
"Fine."
She sighed, and looked at me for the longest time. It seemed as if she came to a decision.
"Do you have a passport?"
I did not in fact have a passport in my name. Hell I hardly ever left the state. Turns out that wasn't going to be much of a problem for Mrs. Burroughs. She grabbed a cloth and poured a sweet smelling liquid on it.
"Oh no, not again," I said, trying to scoot away.
