But then, in the midst of our conversation, perhaps frustrated by how timid and indecisive I’m sure I was (I was only half listening to them anyway,...caught up as I was in a vigorous “am I really going to do this?” debate inside my own head) he decided it was time to move things along...“You want to watch me shave her?” he suddenly asked. “Yes,” I stammered, the question of whether I was really going to do this apparently settled. We adjourned to the bathroom where she stripped off her shorts. Sure enough, it was that blue nylon rope that we used to use. I untangled it, took it to bed, opened up his legs to a “V” and tied them across the bed. For some crazy reason, I took a picture of him and started laughing at him because he was still moaning in pain.“You didn’t have to hit me that hard, did you?”, he said. I replied, “Sorry”, still giggling. “Well then, get on with it…”, said the sparkly eyed sexy hunk lying naked, tied up to the bed. I know I told you that already, but I just. He knew, as he was standing in front of her, that she was fixated on his thick cock that had begun to harden and lengthen, straining against his trunks.He imagined himself bending slightly down, holding his weight up with his left hand on the armrest of the chair while his right hand delicately lifted her chin up so her face was now looking directly at him, just inches away. Her delicate curved lips parted in heated anticipation. A wicked half smile formed on his lips.“I’m going to fuck you. Tears were streaming down her face from the unbearable pleasure she was deriving from our frantic coupling. We separated as she collapsed in a swoon. I had still not come. In a few minutes she came to her senses and found that I still had an erection and was using my hand to bring myself off. She smiled at me as I stopped in embarrassment at being caught masturbating. She turned on her side and taking my erect cock in her warm palms started to pull it up and down while simultaneously rubbing.