She looked me in the eye. “I’m captivating,” she said softly. She moved closer and kissed me lightly on the lips. In the past, she had been play...ully intimate, hugging me, holding my hand or arm, kissing my cheek, but she had never intentionally kissed my lips. This kiss was full of intent.Her lips were soft and moist. She reached up with one delicate hand and held my neck while the other squeezed my shoulder. My hands cupped her shoulders of their own volition. The kiss lasted only a moment. A drop of my salty pre-cum leaked out onto her full red lower lip. It started to quiver. I looked down at her big beautiful blue eyes and bright red lipstick and it made my cock throb even more. She reluctantly opened her lips and let me slide my cock into her mouth. She paused, but then looked up into my eyes and knew that she didn’t want to test my patience. She continued on, taking me past her lips. She started to move her tongue around my pulsing head, then started slowly taking the length. I don’t know what caused this interest, but it started to become an obsession and I found myself thinking about it and fantasizing about it on a constant basis. I then found myself masturbating while looking at pictures of women tied up and being tortured, and wondering what it would be like to be in their position. I saw a number of pictures that featured women with things that I have since learned are nipple clamps, and this intrigued me a lot. The thought of those on my breasts kept creeping. To see her so cheery and bubbly made me numb. I felt like I did when we first met. So infatuated with her, Zoe was really amazing. “So how is Kylie?” Zoe asked. I snapped out of my trance and responded. “We’re doing great” I said, “Things haven’t slowed down at all”. Zoe smiled and repositioned herself for the camera. “I’m glad to hear that” she added, “You look really happy. I was a mess when I left you, I think I must have cried for days”. I nodded and considered telling her the same, but I.