"I don't know how. I mean I've never had all that many boyfriends and we never went... I mean I was a virgin until... uhmmm..." I asked: "How about gi...ls? Have you ever had a... you know."She quickly replied: "No way. I'm not that kind of girl. I mean, I think Kristin's bi-sexual, but she sleeps in her room and I sleep in mine and that's that. I mean, we hug each other, but it's just friendly stuff, it's not sexy! We don't kiss each other or stuff like that... ish, ewww, yuk, no, no!" What if. She saw this and reached to the table behind her and took a rubber bungee cord. She placed one of the hooks into a link of the chain as far up as she could reach. Even bound and hooded, the man could tell she was near. Her body heat touched his skin and his erection rose higher causing the cord constricting it to tighten. She took the other hook from the bungee cord in hand and stretched it tightly toward the chain holding the other wrist. With nearly every ounce of strength she had, she hooked. I don’t want to miss too much of the dancing tonight,” she smiled.“Good idea. I suggest we have a glass or two of wine as well. What would you prefer?”“I do like red wine, a Pinot Noir if they have one.”“That will be good for me too,” I agreed, picking up the wine list. As luck would have it there were two Pinot vintages listed and I chose one just as the waiter arrived.“We’d like a bottle of the Sonoma Pinot Noir 99,” I ordered.“Excellent choice, Sir,” the waiter said with a smile before. Emma would remain calm through the rest of their time that night.Taking a deep breath, Emma began slowly lowering herself onto his shaft. The tip of his rod parted her labia; she’d masturbated with her vibrator before, but it had been hard and cold, completely unlike Brent’s erection.She continued taking him in, swallowing his member inside her. Brent moaned from beneath her as his rod rubbed the inside of her vaginal walls. It felt incredible for both parties.Unfortunately, the positioning.