”“I hope you’re not disappointed,” I told her and loosened my belt and zipper. Lifting my butt, I slid my jeans and underwear down to my knees...When I leaned back, my T-shirt was covering my cock but I could see it standing tall and proud under there.“Show me, Damn it! I showed you mine.”“You may need to take a quick peek at mine before we uncover it all the way. It may scare you.”“You’re so full of shit you stink. You know that?” she said as she leaned over and slowly raised my T-shirt just a. We were, both of us I think, content in following the thread of our lives and our connection, not knowing where it would take us.There was a time, both before and again later, when I practiced a studied imperturbability, a coolness on the surface that frequently gave the lie to the cauldron beneath. I certainly didn't suffer from alexithymia... that failure to recognize feelings when I had them. To the contrary, I was in heightened contact with my feelings. As a safe cracker might have sanded. You take a nipple in your mouth, teasing it gently with your teeth, licking it where you are holding it between your teeth. I lay back to give you better access. You reach up and get a strawberry and dip it in the wine. Bringing it to my nipple and moving it around. You then take a bite of it, and put my nipple back in your mouth…You moan and whisper that it tastes so good. You then take some of the whipped cream and put a dollop on each nipple. The coolness causes my nipple to harden a little. “A little tied up at the moment.” He tells Mikhail as he rolls the cigar between his fingers. “She looks like she’ll be lots of fun.” Mikhail chuckles to himself at hearing the words from Nikolai. “Virgins are always fun. It’s like breaking a wild horse into a show horse. This one should be fun, unlike the other slut.” “I’m sure the boys downstairs loved the slut.” Nikolai comments.Mikhail smiles to himself, remembering the last girl that became useless for him as she groveled at his.