I called her in the middle of the afternoon and when she answered I said, "Lyndia, put the telephone down and take off all everything you're wearing. ...hen you're naked, pick up the telephone again." Yes, Bob," she said as I heard the telephone receiver being placed on the table.I heard the rustle of clothing and than her voice, "I'm naked, Bob." Go to the bedroom," I said, "and put on your thigh-high hose and your highest high-heeled shoes." Yes, Bob," she said again.A few minutes later she was. That was easy, they snapped closed when the ankle pressed on them.She extended her arms on the cross and found that the manacles snapped closed on her wrists easily. Now that she was helpless, unable to escape anymore, for she had placed herself in that position, now, she could let her fear run over her.And it did; like a wave, it soaked her body. Her heart raced, her breath came in labored gasps. She struggled, futilely, against her manacles. Her body covered in sweat, Aisha now was able to. He came and sat beside me we were talking about random stuff and sipping cool drink then he put his hand on my thigh and started moving it felt like a current passed through my body. He moved his hand to my neck portion and his touches made me crazy. By then I was comfortable and relaxed and now I also responded to his moves. We opened each other’s shirts he poured the cool drink on my body and licked it. This move made me crazier he moved up and we smooched very smooth.Now I got hold of his. Coming to the story this incident happened 2 years ago, she was my girl friend, I never had any intentions of fucking her until one day when I saw her in a sleeveless t-shirt and a short. She stays near my home like about a 20 minutes’ walk; we generally hangout in my house when nobody was there. We used to hug each other, smooch each other stay for some time and leave, but since the day I saw her in that attire I was very eager on having sex with her.I started reading stories of iss and was.