Her hands do some wandering. She whispers in his ear, "Matt baby.." She stokes his hair and he wakes."What?" he asks. "Wake up and give me your cock,"...she says as she drifts her hands down his torso and over his already semi-erect dick. "I wanna sleep," he says. As if that was going to stop her.She takes no notice and massages his member with her hands, running her fingers up and down his shaft, taking note of every vein, every bump, the rim, the tip, the base, the balls, everything. She loves. "Hey Marty, what you gonna do tonight?" Hell the same thing I have done every night since I got home. I'm gonna find a bar and try to get lucky." Instead of doing that come over to the club." Come on Uncle Deacon, The VFW is for old guys." Come on, you are entitled to join now." So this is a recruiting campaign?" Not really, we can have a steak and a couple of beers. Then if you are bored, take off for a hippy joint." I guess if you don't know any better, a college bar looks like a hippy joint.. "It's as easy as it sounds. I'll guide you. Go back and kneel in the sand, straddling my legs, and put the head of your big, beautiful cock up against my asshole." I did as she said, feeling the pressure as I slid aside her thong and placed my glans at the opening to her anus. Man, that felt hot, and I wasn't even inside her yet! "No spread my ass cheeks with your hands," Shandi instructed. That gave me an even better view of her pretty, pink bunghole, and made my rock-hard rod. The device, for lack of a better name, is a brilliant, devious self bondage device that I had custom made without you knowing. My fingers trail the intricate wrought iron frame in admiration, the words 'pain' and 'pleasure' woven into beautiful ornaments. I glance to the clock and smile again before putting it on the side table face down. It's time.I plug the power cord into the outlet, carry the two candles to the table, let my eyes roam over the room in a last scrutinizing glance and nod..