I would get her tomeet me at the quiet back water near the middle of town. Bernie would arrivewith me and watch from a doorway as she made herself rea...y and I would showshe was dressed as per his orders. I was a bit troubled by his insistence thatshe must not only put on her blindfold but also tie her thumbs with the nylonloop. I argued that she might not agree to this as it was in a different partof town from my usual haunt and she would be quite close to the main street.He replied that if I. I have just become a receptacle for his useless, endless chatter. I am so far beyond caring what is streamed into head that I now make no effort to take in and process all of the facts that are being introduced against my will into my subconscious and conscious mind. If I sit within talking distance then I quickly become ‘the listener’. Stories of what happened today, what he thought should have happened, what may happen tomorrow all are brought to bear on my poor abused ears. The tales of. After our initiation in her home, we became more close. She used to call me to her home whenever no one was there and we used to sleep naked next to each other. We decided not to fuck right away because we wanted to enjoy that initial phase of a physical relationship without fucking. So we got to do all other sexual stuff which many people ignore foreplay, oral sex etc.We used to get naughty in public places like parks, public transports like buses, autos etc. She used to put her hand into my. He looked older than, maybe mid-40's, but he had a nice body. Nothing insane, like a bodybuilder, but generally fit, little body hair, and low body fat. I stopped. My jaw had to have hit China. He just stared, his square jaw, his clefted chin, curved upward in a slight grin. Like the cashier, he knew why I was there. Like I said, I was horny. So horny that my shame in the situation gave me strength. I looked back at him, closed my mouth, turned directly towards him, and put the panties to my.