A second skin.The knee high combat boots were polished regularly.You could tell."no questions.....good. Just the way I like it." With a snickering smi...e."Strip.....I like them vulnurable"I proceeded to follow the instructions. A mound of clothing dropped to the floor."Put these on" She handed me black hinged handcuffs. She kept them in her purse. A girl keeps handcuffs in her purse. A woman keeps hinged handcuffs in her purse. "BEHIND YOU!"This was my only chance...The click on my left wrist. I knew already what would come next, and didn’t have to wait long. Cynthia went down on her knees, got herself comfortable and gripped my cock head with her pouted lips tightly. She sucked as hard as she could and slowly I felt all types of sensations running through my body. She than let go and in typical head blobbing fashion, moved up and down my erect shaft. She managed about 4” without a gag and without stopping, alternating between head suck and up and down shaft movement. It wasn’t long. Taking his time, as Stephen sat on the edge of the bed watching with fascination, Dan leisurely moved his hands up one leg to just above the knee and then went to the other leg to do the same, but this time his hands moved all the way up that thigh, which she had involuntarily spread apart giving him more access. He only stopped a finger width before he would have touched her sex. Then he repeated the actions on the other thigh, again pulling his hands from her a micro second before his fingers. Her small, strong hands move themselves off of my knees and slide slowly up my thighs.She grabs the bottom of my shorts and starts to pull. I lift my ass off the chair and let her have them. She pulls them down past my feet and tosses them back over her shoulder. They disappear into the nothing that exists outside of us.She moves her hands up and down my thighs some more."I need to do this."She stares in my eyes again.She speaks slowly."I HAVE to do this."I'm assuming she's telling herself this.