If I were not happily married I would have jumped into your bed long ago." She paused then went on. "Perhaps on reflection you do bring out the worst ...n people. I could have some very naughty thoughts about you." She smiled and I laughed."If you were not happily married, Angela, I would have welcomed you with a big smile." Would it be only the smile that was big?" Angela smirked."Enough!" I cried. "Or I won't be able to sleep well tonight."It was very pleasant strolling around the garden later. But it was not my cock I was interested in. I would take care of myself after he'd gone. All I wanted was to have my first cock his in my hand touching it rubbing it wanking him hard. I wanted to have it in my mouth I was now willing to do whatever he wanted all my fears and inhibitions gone. So when we were finally both sitting there naked my eyes fixed on his easily 7inch throbbing cock. I asked if I could touch it. I got no reply I looked up at him and asked if he wanted me to touch his. . for being intimate, although that’s not quite how she put it.”“Which we aren’t.” Topless makeout sessions were still as far as we had progressed, and even then only one time since that weekend. I was fine with that. Perhaps slightly frustrated at times, but okay with it nonetheless.She cocked her head to the side. “Yet.” She then favored me with a lecherous grin before continuing. “But, no, I feel like that would be disrespectful to them anyway. So ... you in?”I shrugged. “Sure. Gonna have to. I start to mutter through the gag, but only the odd croaky sounds emanate into the air. You walk up to me and examine my body, the fluids that I have spilled onto the floor. My pulse racing with fear, I can only hear the sound of your breath close to my body, the once cold steel manacles are now roasting hot and slightly burning into my skin as the heat from the lamps absorb into them. My skin slightly cut, but then seared again from the effect of the hot metal.I feel you moving towards me, you.