Well then get up here! I was ecstatic as she climbed on the bed and straddled my head, putting her sweet pot in range of my eager tongue. She didnt sa... anything about me hurrying because we both knew she had a major weakness when she was eaten, her g-spot. Once I really got her motor running, which normally takes only a couple of minutes, she would simply say, Okay, now which was the signal for me to start fingering her g-spot. No matter how often I tried to get her to say finger my g-spot or. "It seemed odd to be putting on boots while I was totally naked, but Iknew better than to argue. They were soft leather, well padded andcomfortable, despite a rather high heel. At each ankle, there was a metalring, and Rod had me tie them together with a three foot length of strongleather cord, creating a rather loose hobble."Now for the gloves," Rod said. "I'll lace them on for you!"She called them gloves, but they were actually leather hand pods, withoutfingers. They laced on tightly,. Months went and he never made a real move physically other than chats. Our phone sex sessions made me crazy. His approach was getting clearer. He once called me his slut. I fought over it but after a few days I gave up.I once asked why he didn’t want to do anything. He replied he wanted me to beg for it. I knew I wouldn’t do that. But after a few months, I changed. He changed me. I started staring at hot guys, got horny very easily. I was getting hungrier every second. From a typical shy. I was obsessed her breasts seemed to heave out of her top at all times. I couldn't concentrate as she bent over to help k**s with toys!The next week she called over at the house one evening night to drop her daughters coat off. My partner wasn't home, she said she had forgotten, but said she'd stop for a brew. We were very rarely alone, we got chatting and she asked if I enjoyed the party. I said I'd enjoyed it as always, then she took me off balance by asking if I'd enjoyed her dress, she said.