It’s been too long.” I was shocked. “How long has it been Rebecca, how long since you’ve even felt this?” She looked at me, her face ...ooking like a woman possessed, her mouth puckered in an almost constant moan and her eyes begged me silently. However what was most obvious was her pussy. It pulsed almost in time with her heartbeat, it was the neediest part of her and tried to pull me in. “I have never felt like this, but I haven’t been with a man in a year. Not that he was much of. She unfolded a dress and removed tissue paper. I touched gingerly."This is beautiful. Is it original?" The label said so. She was naked now, pulling on a pair of pants. I put out a hand."Silk underwear? Wow!"She shrugged. "They feel - luxurious. I could get used to silk underwear."She was inside the dress now, turning for me to zip her up. I looked at the dress closely."Hey this is all silk lined - God it's fantastic" The belt was leather, broad to exaggerate her slenderness, the leather stiff. The woman who knew how to make him suffer and ache with unfulfilled lust. No safe word, no way out, a willing sacrifice who would spend hours waiting for the exquisite climax that would be his.The darkness was doubled. The box and the hood. The box was physicality that constrained and restricted his movements, the eyeless hood was something that filled the mind. It pressed on his skin and enclosed him in a far more direct claustrophobic prison. A prison of the mind.It was not the first time. Thankfully Mitchell Ross was against pubic hair as his entire pubic area was shaved completely.“Oh fuck Mr. Ross! You’re fucking huge!” my eyes went wide as I used both hands on his massive dick. I remembered how I had sucked on Sasha’s strap-on that morning and how se said I looked so hot doing it. I wanted to elicit the same response from Mr. Ross.I slide my tongue around the head, twirling it along the ridge before taking his massively swollen head between my lips. I continued to stroke his.