When we met, your eyes opened wide and sparkled for abit, then closed with a laser-like fashion, as if youwanted to peer deep within my mind and soul ...o seekpassion. After a second, your eyes opened with asparkle again and so relaxed, like you could sense animmediate trust within your body and soul. It was amixture of relaxation and excitement which started fromyour mind, through your lips, down your neck, back, toyour breasts, down your sides, and in between you legs,it started to get moist as. Two weeks later, we were out for dinner. "About that book", she said, "is that what you're into"? I told her I resented the question, and by no means was I going to be put in a position to explain myself. She said she was sorry, and didn't mean to sound as if she were judging me.I asked if she enjoyed the book, and she replied "kinda, yes, but, I can't imagine people really do things like that." I assured her they do, and in fact submission & dominance are a part of almost everyones' lives to. Haven't had sex this good in a while huh?” “Don't f-flatter yourself, ugh, I could do a better job with my t-toys, ugh, oh fuck!” “I doubt that. I bet you don't leak this much when you're fucking yourself.” He was right. I didn't leak anywhere near as much as I was now. I could feel it running down my legs as he slammed into me over and over, in fact I started to get the feeling I was getting an orgasm. At the angle he was fucking me my clit was exposed just enough for him to just graze it with. Whatever the reason, his suggestion left Cindy stunned.At first she thought he must be teasing. When she realized he was serious, her emotions shifted from startled, to intrigued, to aroused.It would have been easy to say no, and to do so without hurting his feelings. Malcolm had phrased his proposition in such a lighthearted, casual, almost teasing manner she could have laughed it off as just another joke. But after her initial shock, she noticed the look in his eyes and knew he wasn't joking..