She could not swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. She hated the fact that the first words that wanted to escape from here lips were, "Can...I touch you?" She kept silent. "I'm Dave," he announced and offered his hand.She shook it and smiled sweetly. He chuckled and pulled her close to him. "Are you cold? You're shivering," he asked.She shook her head. "I'm not cold."Dave rubbed Cheyenne's shoulder. "Would you like to eat here, or would you like to go somewhere else?" well, I'm. I moaned out in ecstasy as he slowly worked his fingers in and out for several minutes.“Wow baby you are so tight. How about we tried to fit a little more inside.”I knew exactly what he was talking about. His member was erect and resting against my ass and lower back. Without looking, I could already measure the shear size of it. It was exceptionally larger than Ron’s. I felt it continually growing and pulsing against my body. It seemed to go almost up towards the middle of my back. I could. Then I got a idea to touch her boobs so I went closer and touched them she dint tell me anything her boobs were hard and nipples were erected as I touched here boobs oooooooooohh god I felt like a heavy volt current passed in my mind after a little while playing with it she was responding well to my actions then she automatically took my hand from here boobs and guided it on to her soft pussy here pussy was clean shaved then again I felt like a heavy voltage current passed in my body I was. I'd devoured de Sade, Sacher-Mashoch, the Story of O. We'd discussed it often, when dressed in the lives we showed to outsiders: the Starbucks-domestic world which for want of a better word I'd describe as normal. You were intrigued, but reluctant to hurt me. But could tell from the rhythm of your voice, and the dark glint in your beautiful eyes that the threshold would be crossed. There's pain, and pain, and you are the only person, my love, who will ever earn the trust that allows it to be.