I asked what's that's for. She said it would be better if I didn't see what she was about to do. I was nervous and she knew it. After I was completely...blindfolded I could feel her handling me penis and balls. She said in a sturn voice don't you dare get hard! Then I felt a sharp pain and I jumped. Be still would you she yelled. Then I felt another sharp pain , it happened eight times. After the last time she removed my blindfold. What the Hell was all that I protested. She said none of your. As he approached her from behind, he could see her lost in thought over the painting he had chosen for her. He knew that she would appreciate it and wouldn’t shy away from the subject matter as some of his students would. He could see the soft blush of self awareness in her cheeks. He walked up beside her, and when she didn’t turn to acknowledge him, he slid his arm around her waist. When she didn’t tell him to move or to get his hands off of her, he slowly moved behind her, wrapping his arms. The place hadn’t been touched for a few days and I got stuck into the task with gusto. As I progressed through the day my thoughts kept dipping back into the colourful weekend I’d spent with Brad.When we had first caught sight of each other, the sexual attraction between us was evident; our eyes had sparkled at the sight of each other. We had both matured some, and fortunately it had been a beneficial process for both of us. Brad was simply a handsome hunk and the compliment he’d payed me was. I didn't own a computer and thought he just wanted to take me to his place because he had realized I was into him.I didn't mind. He was tall, with a skinny but muscular athletic body and the kindest face and smile. He was also a non-nonsense person, and I thought he was someone with whom I could have a proper intimate relationship. As a young female sophomore with a body toned by lots of beach volleyball and dancing, all I seemed to attract was douchebags.And I was tired of it.When we went to.