Well, life's too short,you know?"Sol paused and looked down to her. She pressed her gloved hands againsthis chest as she waited for a response. It see...ed like an eternity. Theirony being she was the one in the mask but now it was he whoseexpression was impossible to read by Amy. Hear heart was pounding andshe must've looked up with longing, wide-eyed anticipation. He chuckledand kissed her lips again. "Sure, I'd absolutely love that, Amy!"She felt giddy now. Ever the bit the excited schoolgirl. "I'm a friend of a friend. He thought we should meet. Didn't he tell you about me?" Not a word." That naughty boy!" Where are we going? he said."To my room. Well, not my room, exactly. I call it the parlor. It's where I entertain."In the back of the garage was something like a tiny, one-room apartment. It looked like a college girl's dorm room; the bed took up about half of the space. A string of Christmas lights provided most of the illumination. Soft music was playing. The woman took James'. ..SMACK. Susan had given my ass a mighty whack.I lost my balance and grabbed onto the chair, sitting heavily. Susan stood in front of me, slowly licking her lips. "I'm going to tie you to that chair and then give you the fucking of your life."The smack was forgotten as my cock lurched again, and my hands found their own way to the back of the chair. Susan was practiced at this.She tied me tight enough and well enough to prevent escape, but I still had circulation. Letting her hair tease my. Her lips were bright red and wet from the lipstick she had just applied and pulling my head to hers we kissed, deeply and completely out of control, our tongues dancing, exploring and our mouths hungrily feasting on each other. There was no way my fantasies could have gotten any better. Our kisses became more intense and as we deeply French kissed, she opened my robe and expertly stroked my hard cock with her trained through the nylon stocking. I was told to take off the robe and lay down.