”She squinted at him in disgust. “I passed out, okay? I… I just fainted, that’s all. I… I had the vapors, M’lord,” she added the last bi... in the worst English accent ever heard.“The vapors?”“’Twas overcome by your manly airs, sir,” she continued, now as a cute little British maiden. “I found myself swooning over your masculine temerity, M’lord.”“Temerity?”“Or, sir, perhaps it was your tumescence that bewitched me.” She reached down and grabbed his flaccid member, and sensing reaction there,. My eyes were drawn to the blackhoneymoon box, despite all the things that had happened my curiositygot the better of me, I had to know what was inside it.Taking the box and laying it next to me I hesitantly opened the lid. Insidewas a mass of leather and chrome, I couldn't make out what half thesethings were. The first thing I pulled out was a collection of three metalrings held together with white leather straps. Holding it up the nearestanalogy I could come up with was a thong of some type. Think of the memories. Of the tales you could tell your grandchildren. Not to mention the exotic sensual pleasures that await you in the here and now."She wiggled her ass as she said that last. It was a trifle plump, that ass, but very nicely rounded. Curvy and enticing and available for the taking, and... I was stepping out of my pants before I realized I had made up my mind.I slid right into her. Bareback -- no protection (this was before the AIDS era) -- neither of us wanted anything to get. He whispered in her ear, ‘I am, Baby. I want you.’ He took a sip of wine and then took her glass up and held it to her lips. ‘Careful,’ David whispered, holding the glass so that it didn’t spill as she sipped. When her tongue darted out to lick her lips, he leaned over and kissed her lightly. Setting her glass down on the counter, he moved around and touched only his lips to her body, kissing her neck and her shoulders. Then he dragged his tongue lightly over the tops of her breasts, just.