I couldn’t even remove her leather gloves because the handcuffs were tight and prevented me from pulling the leather from her hands so I headed outs...de to pretend to look for her keys. I looked up at one point while thumbing in the thorny rose bush to see my new friend standing at the window watching me with her pert breasts forced forward under the pressure of her arms being pinned behind her back by the locked handcuffs. I shook my head in frustration and hope that my act would certainly show. She said I want you to prove it or I don't believe you. After another drink and a lot of talking about my confession we left for home. Once home she wanted to see me dressed. She was hot on my heels to see where my stash of clothing was.Once I showed her the collection I had she insisted on me trying them on. I kept saying no but she kept it up until I gave in so she picked out what she wanted me to put on as I stripped down with my back to her. I did this because as usual I had an erection. Every night, she would leave the cares and worries of the day for the security of her room. Every night she would lock the door, put on her favorite Jimmy Reed album and lie naked on the bed allowing the primal rhythms and sexual lyrics to put her in a near frenzy. Every night she would wrap the blanket around her and let it lightly brush over her young firm breasts just teasing the nipples. She would then wrap the blanket around her in such a way so that it would pass between her young legs. I asked her if she saw any she liked, it appeared that for once she was at a loss for words. I asked her if I should pick one for her and she said yes. I looked them over and found a very large black dildo, so large that I wondered whether or not she would be able to fit it inside of her. I pulled it down off of the wall and handed it to her to examine. The men in the store were slowly moving towards her so that they could get a better look at her lovely, lovely breasts. I asked her, again loud.