He looked completely unchanged on the outside, and she’d taken advantage of that. Stripping him of his intelligence had made him a much better lover... Far less self-conscious, and far less gentle. Then she’d left him in the motel. After all, he’d checked them in, and the receptionist didn’t even have her name. She’d never looked back. These thoughts, remembered so vividly every time she awoke, were the prosecution’s case. They were engraved on her consciousness so that she would forever remember. ’ ‘Just don’t tie me up.’ I pleaded ‘Aah, you’re afraid of not having any control?’ she teased. ‘Kinda, yeah.’ ‘Baby, you haven’t been in control since we met last week.’ The knowing look in her eyes told the story. ‘But we’ll see. As long as you mind, I won’t tie you up.’ I chuckled nervously. Clipping a chain to a loop in my collar, Linda tugged and led me out of the room to the balcony overlooking the room where a bunch of people were gathered, chatting and drinking, the sweet smell of. Shortly after she turned her entire body towards him and they embraced for several minutes, kissing and exploring each other's bodies with their hands. My wife's tiny hands held his 9+ inches (I am 6") and she looked down with excitement as he grew solid between her fingers. She immediately knelt down and took him slowly into her mouth. I knew she could take all of me but was surprised when she took all of him deep into her throat. Our friend looked surprised as well and then rolled his head. He had just finished his volunteer coaching job and was dressed casually in shorts and t-shirt. I had never seen him in anything other than his office attire, and the sight of him wearing something completely unfamiliar to me sparked excitement mixed with anxiety. “Hi.” I said. “Hi.” He replied. There was a fleeting moment of awkwardness as we realized we’ve never been alone like this before. A sudden wave of nervousness washed over me and caused my body to shudder. Our eyes met and I drank in.