Pulling up on the leash his meaty stalk rose from my hand, only to fall back with an authoritative THUD when released. I repeated this again and again... basking in the sensation of his thick billy club slapping back down into my palm. Hearing a faint groan emanate from his head on the floor behind me, I smiled, knowing that my actions were testing his fortitude.“Just enjoying your wares, good sir,” I informed him as I continued. “As this will probably be my only chance to play with such a fine. Dropping his chin, he pulled her against his body, softly kissing the slope of her neck, smelling the shower-fresh scent of her hair. As he massaged her chest, his fingers teased and tugged at her erect nipples.His other hand slipped into the waist of her pajama pants, sofly tracing the sensitive skin around her hips and thighs. Julie reached up, touching her fingers along his jawline."What are we doing?" she asked in a breathless whisper.In answer Kyle closed his eyes, pressing his lips. .I undid my pants and pulled out my hard dick. There was the look I wanted! She was afraid I really would fuck her. Click... That was the shot I was waiting for.I put the camera down and untied her. She smacked my hand and said I was very naughty to have done that but she had to admit it was exciting and had to look genuine (it was, infact, the last shot was the one they chose for the cover.).She went onto say that she was somehow excited by the thought of what I might have done to her whilst. I've never been handsome and during the past few years with the therapy training and all that, I got even worse. Just imagine a 6'1" chunk of a man, with 190 lbs distributed quite unevenly, sparse hair that used to be hazel and a closely trimmed beard (good old papa Freud's heritage of authority). The only feature that partly excuses my looks are my eyes - hazel-green, with a touch of gray, clear and calm, apparently dreamy, but always alert and ready to respond to gazes. The other feature are.