“No, man, really, you are already repaying me. You cannot know how unhappy Ashley had been, before you came along. She told you about a couple of he... ex boyfriends, right? And, you met Tim, right? Hell, Tim was the pick of the litter! A couple of times, I had to have a sit down with some schmuck, and let him know what was not acceptable behavior when with my baby sister, and then explain consequences of failing to meet performance standards. Once or twice I had to provide a little in-service to. Watching him as we talk, I am in awe by the way he looks at me. Does he see I am more than this body? That the colour of my hair, the boots on my legs are just the surface of me? Does he see beyond the sparkle in my green eyes? And looking back at him I actually think he does. The conversation moves from art to music, sad and funny tales. The first honest conversation I have had in years, captured in time by this stranger with dark hair and green eyes. After a while we sit in some old. He didn't say a word as he pulled her away from the tent, away from the light of the fire, in amongst the nearby trees.He let go and then her hands were pulled behind her back and she felt a rope slipped over them, then tied about her wrists.'What...' A gag over her mouth silenced her nervous question, and was quickly followed by a blindfold. Her body was quivering in the silence as her hands were untied and then pulled above her head and tied to an overhanging tree branch.The gag muffled her. Her hands moved from my hair, down my back and eventually, one hand settled on my growing cock. I quickly dropped my trousers so she could see the whole of my shaven crotch. She only remembered my hairy-based cock and as amazed at the bald shaft and balls before her. I asked if she had ever seen a shaven cock before, she shook her head, her hands all over me. One around my length, the other cupping my balls. She gently slipped my helmet into her mouth and began to suck as she bobbed back and.