Alas, they seemed to be stuck just above his knees. Seeing his predicament, I thought it best to help him out, so I "pried" my hand away from his cock...(it was difficult to remove my hand from there, in a sense, you know?), and I lent down and helped him off with the briefs.When I stood fully again, his hands moved to my face and he caressed my cheeks, then he kissed my nose. Right then he looked at me with such ... I want to say "fierce kindness" (as ridiculous as that sounds) ... such a. The sheared a shower making sure we was both nice and clean and fresh, before we got dressed, and then headed to the hotels restaurant for some breakfast. Karen had orange juice, a banana, and cereal, and I had a Bacon, eggs, toast and a mug of tea. After breakfast I asked her if she still wanted to make love all day, to which she said she would, I said well we can for MOST of the day but there's a little gift waiting for you in our room. So we walked back to our room arm in arm. We got to the. If they came home in tatters, stained by bleeding knees, they were taken away and the wounds were healed with stinging iodine and a loving kiss. She was always there. She was the hand I held as I took my first steps, the tear-stained cheek I kissed as I boarded the train for college.There came a time - I can't tell you precisely - when I began to see her as more, as a woman, a sexual being. What I do remember is this: we were in the library. It might have been after the required "Saturday Night. Sally's eyes grew wide and moist when I fastened her gag. Quickly I loosened it and held her close."Too tight, lover?" I asked her.She shook her head. "Just too perfect, Master. You are too kind to me."Refastening her gag, I kissed her on her forehead, then bent her over and tied her hands out in front of her. I couldn't resist fondling those tremendous hanging globes, and Sally was soon squirming in her bonds, her juices dripping down her legs.Nicole had observed my preparation of Sally and.