“You'll have to do the cuffs,” he said. “The cuffs?” I asked. Had he brought me cuffs as well. “The cuffs of my sleeves,” he said. “They...re too tight, I can't get it off if they aren't unbuttoned.” I hadn't thought to unbutton his cuffs, and his hands were bound by his shirt. This was pretty much the direct opposite of what I'd envisioned when I started undressing him, and might have spoiled the mood if he hadn't taken me into his arms and kissed me as soon as I managed to free him. I fumbled. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her mouth. Our tongues met and danced around one another, moving back and forth from her mouth to mine. My hands began to explore her body, starting first at her soft backside. I squeezed her amble butt cheeks with both of my hands as we kissed. Then I moved my hands up her body. I lightly grazed over her breasts, at which point she let out a light moan, but they were not my target, not yet. My hands continued higher till I reached her shoulders. My fingers. Sean fumbled with the phone before he managed to press the right button to answer it. Once again I listened to the conversation, wanting to know who the caller was. It didn’t take too many words before I figured it out. ‘Hello, what? Yes, we’re still here… having breakfast,’ Sean answered somewhat annoyed ‘how did you know? What? You can’t do that, or at least you can’t tell me you’re doing that! Our plan? We’re all going back to the city, I’m going to hand over the papers and then I’m going to. My adventures with this wonderful toy started with a simple gesture by my girlfriend. She wears about 12 industrial rubber belts around her wrist as bracelets. She gave me one of them as a kind of remember-me-by item for when we were apart. One day I was thinking about her, and the last time we were together, and the amazing sex we had, and I began to masturbate. I had the bracelet on and my mind recollected an article I had read about cock rings and how they worked. I took the bracelet from my.