I finally drove the four hours to go see her. I stayed at her place for a couple of days. Her parents had a spare room for me to stay in. We always st...yed up late and watched movies on the TV, just so we could be together.We kissed, hugged and petted a little. No sex till we knew the time was right. If I was to be her first I wanted it to be something she would never forget.My sister's wedding was nearing and our house was in a constant state of confusion getting ready for it. Sam and her. I began to realize just how vulnerable my condition was. This was going to be no ordinary exotic tour. With my wrists chained to my neck I now had no way to cover my genitals or prevent their manipulation in any way she wanted. I realized that I had naively allowed myself to be captured. I would now also be at the mercy of this exotic woman. And I didn’t even know her name!?Let’s go,? my driver suddenly announced, after observing my futile efforts to free my arms from the short chains. Opening. Paul was about 70, in good shape, and was camping alone. Upon getting there, he went in one shower, and I into one a few doors away. After a minute or 2 there was a knock on my door. It was Paul, he forgot his shampoo and asked to borrow mine. Im not sure how or why, but we both knew that we were interested in each other. He was already wet, dressed only in a towel which covered little. As he moved it opened a bit and his cock was exposed. He had a good 7" or so, uncut, and it was semi erect.. .. especially the ones who REALLY love me," she said with a giggle. "Now stop talking and pound that spike deep in your poor needy principal's butthole and give her a nice hot load of boysperm to keep her warm until sixth period!"Just what made Ms. McCarthy the kind of closet nymphomaniac she rarely did more than hint at. Looking back, I guess I could come up some kind of BS psychobabble theory about needing love. She remarked a couple of times about not having many dates in high school and.