He really did make it comfortable for me. We got into the room and I felt his arm around my waist. “We’ll go at your own pace. Remember, if you...want to stop that’s fine. You're in control.”I turned into him and looked him in the eye. “I am ready for this John. I want you. Right here, right now. This feels so right.” And with that I moved my face towards his and gave him a kiss on the lips. The drink had really taken any nerves away from me and at that moment I forgot everything except. She had chosen a long style one, with a lace up back. Although the material did provide enough stretch so she could pull it up, the laces gave the look and feel of an old time lace up girdle. The smooth material slides up her legs, gliding against her thighs. The fabrics make a wonderful swooshing sound as they rub together. A gentle tug gets it up and over her hips. A couple of wiggles settle it into place. The upper edge rests about 3 inches below her breasts. The bottom is just below her. In the feedback, it was quite evident that my stories were a little rushed, and there was more detailing of the non-sex part than the sex parts. So, this is a bonus part, which I didn’t plan for, is only for those readers. In this part, I am going to explain a typical Sunday between I and Aadi.It had been more than a month or two since my birthday and we both were tired after the late-night shenanigans on a Saturday. So, on Sunday, I got up at around 7:30 and went to the kitchen after the daily. " Danielle giggled, then shut her eyes. Ron grabbed her arms and held then out in front of her. "Keep then closed, Okay?" Danielle nodded, then felt the cold steel of handcuffs sharply cross her wrists. Danielle screamed. "What the fuck?" Ron grabbed the rope that he attached to the cuffs and led Danielle back into the bar. He threw the rope over the beam near the pool table and secured it leaving Danielle with her arms over her head. "What's going on?" Danielle asked while trying to undo her.