"thanks" i said "they do look lovely". Then she said "did you like the black seamed tights that i left for you in the toilet last time"? I blushed and...said "what do you mean"? She then told me that it was obvious that all the tights i had been buying were for me as i was always on my own when i bought them and never with a girlfriend and that she had noticed me on a number of occasions checking out her legs so i must be a leg man. So she decided to find out and she had deliberately taken her. I eased onto the footstool which had a white terrycloth cover over it. Kathy knelt before me and lubricated her right hand with baby oil. Using her left hand, she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand down to my side. ‘Let me do that,’ she said as she began stroking my hard cock. I growled and groaned at the pleasure she was giving me with her hand. Her gaze was fixed on my yearning, taught cock. She increased the speed of her strokes and began repeating the same demand over and over … ‘give it. He paused, very briefly, when he reached the top of my leg. I squeaked when he lifted it off my skin and placed it at the bottom of the crease where my pussy meets my leg. The cold metal in the crease made me squirm. Shhhh, honey, settle down, he said. Up and down, across the top of my mound and down the crease on the other side. I shivered again, wondering what was next. When he touched it to my puffy lips, I felt myself grow wetter. He never touched my clit, but what he was doing made it. I surrendered myself to this guy. I loved his big strong body. I loved his confidence. I loved being taken by him, because that's what it was. He was asserting his right as a man to have sex with another consenting man, and boy, was I consenting.Barry got up briefly to wrench my pants off, followed by his. He showed me his big, strong, a****listic erection, his rock hard penis, and he knew it fascinated me. He knew that for the next however long I was in his power. Barry the Horse. Whatever he.