“You don’t have anything to do on a Sunday? You want to just be tied up for an hour while I go get groceries?” She says. I don’t say anything....“Well ok then” she says, and sighs mockingly. She giggles and jumps on to the bed and ties my right wrist in the leather restraint. I’m lying naked on the bed, spread eagle, while my fully clothed girlfriend just sits there looking at me with a smile on her face. The ropes and leather restraints are real, and I couldn't escape if I needed to, not even to. For some reason, she really took to Charles. With hindsight, one might suppose she had (as we used to say) ‘set her cap at him’. Certainly, she never encouraged any of the other men on the base.Charles somehow found himself entertaining Betty with a drink, then another evening, to a film. A dance held at the base resulted in his walking her the couple of miles to her flat above the Post Office. Neither could be said to be drunk, but were, perhaps, disinhibited. A kiss led rapidly to stroking. Stephen's cock was still moist from his shower and when she began to stroke back up it made gentle 'slopping' and 'squelching' sounds. Stephen could feel the tingling heat as his foreskin rubbed over the ridge of his crown. The more he relaxed the more he felt every stroke from her warm hand. Her latex gloves still felt strange against his skin, and somehow stimulating.Nina glanced up at him but found that his eyes were closed. His head twitched back and forth like it was trying to balance on. " I was not very comfortable about it until he said, "Or I will never do it for you again. Ever!" That would just not do. Not at all. Not after having had a taste. The feeling of anxiety and pressure had subsided a bit, but it was still there. I had never touched someone else's dick and never tasted someone else's dick so I felt scared, nervous,"I don't know what to do." Just touch it. Rub it. You will be able to tell what to do."I knelt on the grass and looked at it closely. It looked.