It seems so awkward. “Please?” She asks, looking almost innocent. I reach down and take the base of it in my hand reluctantly. “Yes, will you sq...eeze it for me?” Her voice almost a whisper. Embarrassed I do as she says. “That's nice. Will you squeeze it all the way to the tip slowly, please?” She asks. I do it again, working it to the head. A shallow moan escapes her lips. She starts rubbing her clit again while staring intently at my dick. “Please, don't stop. You're a beautiful man. This is. I hear you say something. “what was that”, you say it again. “please”, “ok” I reply “please what”, now the game of my cock vs your stubbornness starts out all over again. in order to leave you in no doubt as to what you'll be getting I stop my hip movement and push about an inch inside you. then I stop and i twitch every second or so. I do it again, twitch, twitch. I can see you nibble your trembling lower lip. still I don't give in and fuck you, until you say it, so quietly I can barely hear. There was more on her wrists and he'd even taped her hands together wrapping tape around her fingers as well. She was quite slightly built, she'd obviously given Harry no trouble He turned her over. The tape had been used to good effect to gag and blindfold her as well. Her face was almost covered with the grey, shiny tape, bulges beneath it made clear that he'd packed her mouth and covered her eyes with pads before using the tape. All that could be seen of the girls face was her nose. She was. ‘You could buy me lunch one day next week.’ That’s when I noticed, on her ungloved left hand, that she didn’t have a ring. Not one. No wedding ring, no engagement ring, no wedding-engage combo, no trick rings on the non-ring fingers to confuse me and other simple-minded men. So we had lunch this past Monday. She’s separated, too, no kids – thought that’s complicated – and he’s in Florida – much older. Eventually the age thing became too much. He moved to Florida, Boca Raton, to bask in the warm.