She doubted the man would stand for his weapon and equipment hitting the ground. Perhaps he was soft enough to pull his cock out through the slit. Her...fingers slid into the opening. She pushed at the material of his pants and pulled on his cock-shaft until the thing popped into view. No, his dick wasn’t soft at all. In fact, it was thoroughly hard. The only reason she’d been able to pull it through his fly though, was that it merely six – perhaps generously seven inches long.“Ohhh,” she said so. He was gentle but in a demanding kind of way, instructing me to my knees, questioning my innermost thoughts and allowing me to serve him. Serve him indeed … I put my whole heart and soul into the simple act of fetching him black wine, similar to an Earthen coffee and fresh bread. I remember stumbling over some words but my intent was clear and I finally released the held breath I had sucked in when he finally smiled and said those two words that every true slave girl at the feet of strong men. You place your hand on a table, but hidden by a piece of cardboard. In view will be the false hand, and then one of us will tickle both hands, yours and the fake, with a paintbrush, and after a few minutes you will believe that the fake hand is actually yours, and that what you feel is coming from that hand." Hmm ... I'll believe that when it happens," said Nick. It wasn't that he was other than completely open to new ideas, but you had to balance a new idea which sounded rather far fetched,. A knock is heard at your door and you open it to reveal a strange and handsome man. He is wet from the rain and you invite him in. Stoking the fire and piling on more logs you increase its warm for him. He offers his thanks and tells you his name. His voice is so hypnotic that you don't notice that he is stripping off his wet clothes right in front of you. You mention this fact blushing as you view his naked body as he warms himself in front of the fire. The man seems unconcerned and only.