There's a guest bathroom just down the hall," he added, pointing, then walked towards the back of the house where the master bedroom was.I went into t...e guest bath and took a piss, my mind racing the whole time. I would just start to get a hard-on, thinking about what I was finally going to get to do, then the reality of it would hit and my dick would turtle. That got me anxious that, when the time came, I wouldn't be able to get hard. Of course, for me this was mostly about my fantasy about. Her high tinkling laugh drifted to me across the noise of the cafe as they shared some unknown joke. I felt a moment of envy for the man serving her. I wanted to have those green eyes flashing at me – to have that laugh responding to some comment of mine. Then I acknowledged the envy for the foolishness it was and let it fade away.I turned away and looked out the window when I saw her paying for her order. I could clearly see her reflection in the glass but this way she wouldn't see me staring. As she did this one of the others knelt down and taking her knees in both hands he pulled them apart and lowered his head between her legs, she felt his stubble on the tender flesh of her of her inner thighs and realised he had removed his face mask, his tongue, mouth and stubble made contact with the sensitized lips of her very wet pussy and her back arched even more as a surge of excitement ran through her, making her gasp with pleasure and long for a hard cock inside of her. She could. Tightly binding an erect cock (and the swollen balls beneath it) effectively cuts off the circulation. Left bound that way for too long, a slut could incur serious damage and perhaps altogether lose his precious genitals. I was aware of that but remained undaunted. To be honest, I personally find it incredibly compelling and, yes, highly erotic to put myself in a situation where through my own folly I might actually lose my genitals. You see, the risk of disaster, with its accompanying.