I bent to the problem, my eyes still searching out the paper. I couldn’t help myself. I slid another piece out and examined the wrapper. You have go...geous eyes. The breath caught in my throat. What the hell was going on? Yes, I had gorgeous eyes. They were a unique shade of amber, like liquid honey and they’d helped me through many a sticky situation. The next wrapper made my heart skip a beat. I want to make you mine. A tremor tingled through my fingers and I tried to remember where I’d gotten. The black and green contrast against her skin, the laces at the back of the garter belt looking so old fashioned yet so damned hot. The long legs, so shapely and beautiful encased in the seamed nylons. Even the panties, bunched up at the bottom of her ass, framing his target area. She is one hell of a sexy woman. She closes her eyes, knowing that he’s visually taking her in. She is pleased that he is pleased with her. She would continue to do just about anything that he wanted. Suddenly, she. I guzzled the rest of my drink, and made me another. I could feel the heat coming from my pussy already. What I wouldn't give to suck a young, fresh pussy, and make her suck mine as I shoved it into her face and grabbed her by her hair, I thought to myself. I don't think I would ever have the nerve to actually do or say any of the things I fantasized about. This is one of the reasons I love to masturbate. I can take on any role I want to. I sat on the edge of my chair, and put the. I then unhook her wrist restraints from the back of the chair and tell her to place them on her thighs. I say do not move them or you will be punished, do you understand? She says Yes Master. I then move to the kitchen and quickly prep a glass of vodka one of her favorites. With the blind fold still on she is unaware of what will happen. I bring the drink to her lips as she drinks it, and she enjoys the ice on her lips, and I take an ice cube and put it on her nipples, testing to see if she.