She agreed to go but said she was fed up with the localplaces and wanted to try somewhere different. After driving around for some time and we still h...dn’tfound anywhere that she thought was interesting. Shesuddenly shouted ‘There!’ And pointed to a flashingsign that said ‘Black Cat.’ I wasn’t sure quite wherewe where but the area looked decidedly run down. ‘Lets go in there!’ ‘Are you sure Dear?’‘As soon as I make a suggestion. "That's better for you now John isn't it. There's no way that your dick cancause you or me any more trouble, and everything between us is exactly as itwas." I said. John nodded.I ran my hands up the inside of John's legs gently scraping the nylons withmy long finger nails. I took John's ball gag off him and untied hisblindfold. I showed John the key to his chastity belt and then carefullyattached it to a short silver chain that was attached to a piercing throughmy belly button. I slid the key. ‘My name,’ he said in a rich baritone voice, with a southern States intonation – Megan smiled to herself, the way he said ‘Mah,’ sounded so cute. Clearing his throat, he started again. ‘My name is Dr Andrew Scotsdale, I am currently a Professor at Crestin University in Hinsdale New York, where I teach Humanities, English and its history. Each year Crestin University sends a group of students to London to study British Literature as well as exchanging visiting professors. I am working with Queen. Anyhow - Marcus is an African-French student from Senegal who I got speaking to through drama circles - he isn't gay and is pretty alpha, but we get on, and we've talked about our experiences and (his) inexperience. Growing up in a fairly conservative area, Marcus spoke fondly of religion, of family and of one-day having k**s and settling down in this country. He does, however, have a cracking body and whilst I am not gay, I can appreciate the aesthetics of a well-oiled black man's body. I went.