He was leading this conversation somewhere very specific. I noted a subtle change in his demeanor as well. His eyes more openly searched me, the curve... of my breast to the skin peaking above my stocking right below the hem of my skirt. I began feeling more self-conscious about my clothing, questioning the choices I made. I found myself trying to tug my hemline downward as I pretended to smooth my skirt. I was handed an instant lesson in how it was to feel vulnerable over choice of clothes. I. Tanya was not my usual sort - who tended to be leggy, lithe and lovely - but she did have a sort of earthy attraction. As I've said she was short and a little thick waisted but she had a pretty enough face to go with her direct manner. Our clinch became more heated and our tongues began to flick at one another. I felt her hand lower to my backside and lightly grip a buttock. I returned the compliment and began to squeeze her denim clad bottom. This had an immediate effect in that she lowered. I looked at it a tiny bit in New York. Who ties who up is the first question. I didn't let anyone do it to me in New York because I couldn't be sure it would be safe. There's all sorts out there. Some folk like chains and others like leather and then there's cages. Do you fancy being in a cage, naked, on view, what happens to you being up to someone else?" Someone else?" Well me, I guess." You deciding would be quite different from someone else deciding." Exactly. See what I mean? There's no. You better not even untie me tonight, you don’t want to know what I’m going to do to you the next time I get a chance.”Laughing, he flopped down on the bed beside her, kissed her lightly on the lips.Reaching down, he caressed her mound, moving his finger down. She spread her legs slightly and he took some of her juices and caressed her clit, just the tip of it with the tip of his finger until she was almost there. He could feel the tension building in her body, and then he stopped and got out.