We met at David’s Buffet and ate our fill of a wide variety of things. When we finished, we walked to Graeter’s for ice cream sundaes.I decided to...toy with her a bit. I had been clear that this date wasn’t about getting her into bed, but about talking.“Sarah, OK if I take your cherry?”“Sure, if you want it!” she said, scooping it up with her spoon.“Not that one, Sarah!” I said.She gave me a confused look, which changed to realization within seconds.“Absolutely not!” she giggled. “No way!”We. He didn’t want to go back and get them, they were cheap ones anyway. No matter he thought, I’m in LA so how hard could it be to get sun glasses? He needed a decent pair, the high-priced lawyer that he was. He turned right and headed towards the shopping district. Walking and thinking, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly it was that turned him off about LA. He hated the smog and above all, the traffic. He tried thinking of the things he liked; the women, the restaurants, Venice. He guided me from behind to the bed and gently pushed me down then rolled me on to my back. A soft, furry handcuff enveloped my right wrist. Then the left one and both ankles. I could feel him staring at me and it was hot. Did I mention I was too? Oh my, it was scary and exciting all at once! I felt a wave of hot, liquid emotion come searing out of the depths of my womanhood. I felt feathers touching me. The long kind like Sally Rand used in her act. They had full tips. He teased my lips,. Chain you...whip you.." Aaaaah! Oooooh!" my fair head tossed from side to side as I wailed mylonging, not caring how I sounded to the giggling, sneering servants, inwhose iron grip I remained. My silk-stockinged thighs began to rub togetherwith an erotic hissing sound.Helen's lovely hand worked its dark magic, now teasingly frigging myconsiderable shaft. Oh God, I shall climax, I suddenly thought, but did notcare. I was the utter captive of my aching need.Helen's other hand tickled and teased.