Just give me some warning so I can get nice and clean for you.’ ‘Consider yourself warned when we get home.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yes dear, tonight ...ou will get my cherry.’ ‘Are you going to try both ways?’ ‘I am certainly not going to be one way about it, if you would enjoy doing me.’ She looked at him and remarked, ‘I am not sure I would be comfortable doing that to you. You are my alpha male and it doesn’t fit the role.’ ‘I guess I am comfortable enough with my gender to not be threatened by that as. I managed to get the window open about 8 inches or so but it didn't want to stay open, and I was running out of hope quick. That's when I had my bright idea, "I don't need it open all the way, I can just squeeze through there and then squeeze out after retrieving my wallet". I dropped my shopping bag from earlier to the side of the window, and proceeded to try and squeeze through the opening. I went face first, on my stomach, thinking this was the safest way in, so I could brace my fall once. "Carol came to where Bob was sitting and put her hand lightly over his crotch. "Are you going to do this, or shall I?" she smiled. Bob stood up, loosened his belt, unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. Then he pulled down his undershorts, his cock slapping heavily against his stomach as it came free of the waistband. Carol stroked his fleshpole with her panties, breathing a count faster as she watched it pulse in the air. "Nice," she said, "why don't you put these on and see what. As he moved out of the direct line of the sun, the light in the barn intensified, taking on more of the full spectrum and throwing into relief his handiwork across the length of her body. His mind replayed things so slowly. The blindfolding before he led her here, carefully, silently. The undressing of her passive self as ritual. The binding, slow, carefully firm to hold secure, then the hoist to tip toe with the delicious straining and acceptance. He savoured the thoughts, treasured them. .