And many of those times while the guy was making love to me I'd imagine it was my dad. I turned 20 last year and most of the guys I knew around my age...were so self-centered and in my experience that usually equated into "selfish" in bed too. So that made me think about my hero dad even more, and made me wonder how dad was with mom and whether they had had a good sex life. I had to hope that there was something better out there than I'd had to date.I know that dad hadn't dated much since mom. "I want you hot for me whenyou f-r-y." With that she got to herfeet and backed away, letting what she'd said sink in. Yes, in a fewshort minutes I would "fry". My knees would be parted and cuffed to aspreader bar and my cock and balls would be wired to an electrical shockingdevice. With my wrist cuffs once more locked behind me, I'd be totally atthe mercy of my lovely captor. For more than ten minutes she'd dance for me,stopping every few seconds to pose and to watch the shocker take. The fence wall itself was over six foot high and made of red brick. The gate was made of wrought iron covered in green ivy. At a push of a button the gate swung open and the general drove in allowing the gate to close behind him. The dean’s home was by far the largest in the compound. It was built to look like an old colonial home with a wide porch that ran along the entire front of the house with white pillars holding up the structure every ten feet. It was three stories high and wings. Is that clear?” “Yes.” She said almost breathless. “Yes … what?” “Yes, Sir. It is clear.” She said at last, finally understanding how she was expected to respond. “Good. Begin.” Velvet began to massage her slit once more. It was so wet, so utterly wet, like she hadn’t felt in a very long time. “Now place your left hand on my thigh.” She reached up and held his thigh, feeling the firm muscle beneath his trousers. Instinctively, her left hand squeezed and massaged as her right hand worked between.