“You can fuck me,” Jennie continued in a sultry sexy tone. James’s cock fully extended itself inside his pants as Jennie then removed her tee sh...rt and sat naked with her legs spread wide so he could see how wet her pink division had become. It took no time for him to become naked. Jennie watched as he removed his clothes and saw his long hardness throb in anticipation of being inside her. The veins all around it popped out in a fashion she knew she would feel them when he slid it inside her. She then clamped my nipples with two severe alligator clips, connected by a thin chain. Another length of cord was found and tied about my, now hard and erect, penis at its middle, and then this cord was drawn up tightly and fastened to the chain between my aching nipples. The effect was to draw my cock up and tight, with my balls like a mushroom suspended in mid-air. The absence of pubic hair made everything seem uniquely vulnerable. It?s hard to describe the feeling of being naked before. In December 1998 Susan told me she was moving to Sacramento, California. My Sacramento, we'd finally meet. So what did I do? I freaked.All this time I never thought we'd meet. We talked about fucking each other's brains out and now it might happen. What was I going to do? I wouldn't cheat on my wife, that was just a fantasy. My wife knew I talked to people online. I even suggested to her once while I was drunk we add a woman to our bed. She laughed, commenting that would happen right after we. To set the tone for the evening I greeted them with only my first name, speaking in English. Their English was excellent and they introduced themselves as Francois and Nicole. It turned out to be a typical French dinner, about two hours long, with good wine and much laughter. The conversation around the table was lively and relaxed except for me. I had taken in the fragrance and there was no mistake, this was the mystery fairy from last night. She gave no indication that we had ever met. I was.