I spent weekends at my parent’s so I arranged to stay with my grandmother on weekdays. She acted like the good woman, spending several days a week ...t local Catholic Church in “charity” work… uh, actually, was only visiting with friends, having a nice time with them, until 9 or 10 in the evening. One afternoon, as I arrived again to my grandma’s home, on that Monday, it was Bertha’s turn to go out to meet me: “Oh, hi; how are you doing, young man? Want a glass of water?” I responded: “Yes,. It was big, not huge, but large enough to satisfy me, this I was sure of. I know he climaxed shooting his load in his slacks on two different occasions from my hand stroking him. But we have never had the chance to really make love. This weekend was going to be an adventure and something we both had waited for since first we met at the airport after many years of not seeing each other. God, it had been a long time. I knew him in high school and dated him about 3 times. He then went into the. I know how sensitive his skin is, so I start at his feet and slowly glide the chains over his right foot and up his leg, over his stomach, and down the left leg. Watching his chest rise and fall, every time I slide the chain across his amazing abs, brings a smile to my face. As I slide the chain down the middle of his chest, I take my time guiding it down the trail I love the most. I see both nervousness and excitement in his eyes, as I get closer to the tip of his slightly hard cock. “What. .." Ummmm, yes, tomorrow sounds fine. How about lunch?" You read my mind. How about Alfredo's over on Rosemont?" Ooooh, now who's reading who's mind. They have a house salad to die for." Okay, tomorrow it is. Say about twelve-thirty?" I'll see you then."Sondra felt conflicted as she hung up. Her curiosity, especially the erotic overtones about the society which Brenda had teased her with was again aflame, Sondra titillated to know more. Yet there were also sinister overtones from Brenda's tone.