I observed a lighter band of skin around his left ring finger, and gave him a grin, which was returned at half the intensity. “Sam,” I said, hold...ng out my hand. “Liam,” he replied, taking it. His grasp was strong and his hands work-worn. Based on his attire, I would’ve guessed that he was a construction worker of sorts, the type that spent the day coated in hot sweat, lifting work materials and was probably strong enough to pin anyone he wanted to a bed and fuck their brains out. Up to this. He feels her gentle touch on his face and she slowly slides the blindfold off his eyes but keeps him securely tied, It takes him a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the light, he is desperate, desperate to see the beauty that is giving him so much pleasure, the beauty that is all his. Once he has adjusted to the light the stares at her, stares at her sitting on him, naked, moving back and forth , grinding on him hard but she is not all his, There is another and she is also pleasuring him,. All our stories, all the things I had talked about doing, was gone from my mind and I just stared at it. It was smooth and hairless, with two thick veins criss-crossing on the top of it and it was just like Cait had described it and the only thing I could think of was that I wanted my picture taken next to it.He just let it hang there too, even though I must have been staring at it for over a minute. Maybe he was used to such a reaction on the other sides of these walls but I realized that if I. Between me and the bathroom door."Would somebody please tell me what's going on?" I asked, finally realizing something a lot of men never learn at all: Women sometimes have the answer that a man just can't find."I need to ask you some questions," said Phee. "Will you answer them?"I blinked. It was a very simple question. But the way she asked it made my teenaged male radar light up like crazy. There was danger here."Maybe," I said.She considered that. I mean she actually thought about my.