"Tommy looked down at himself and looked satisfied, back to his old good looking male self.Tammy looked shyly, "I wanna be more like everyone else Tom...y, you know that ? I wish I thought like the popular girls at my school so I could figure out how to act and what more to wish for."Nothing physical changed, but suddenly a cool air filled the room and Tommy got a bit frightened by it."Now," Rebecca smiled, "we're gonna make some wishes so that my life is a bit better than it is now."Tommy shook. . Neither of us was much into real pain…or bruising, bloodletting torture etc.….She was more into bondage than I was usually comfortable with…I was to be the “Dom” but obviously with limits imposed by both of our hard wired upbringing…or so I thought.The problem of hosting was solved by a friend lending me his place in the hills for a day…an old cabin easily accessible by road but with no nearby neighbors.We would meet there for a couple of hours on a Saturday afternoon…a time my wife was. I gave him the “once-over” from a distance, visually savoring his body from his cap to the polished black shoes he was wearing. The knife sharp crease in his pants made me wonder what was behind his zipper. I needed to find out. My mental wheels were turning and I walked towards him. “Hello,” I said nervously. He nodded in response. I opened my dictionary and pointed to the word “restroom”. He replied to my question, but I pretended not to understand. “Walk straight down and follow the sign,”. She clutched him closer and kissed his sweaty face. "No," she insisted. "Don't stop." Her body arched beneath him, her fingertips digging in to spur him on.He lifted himself on his arms, bringing his chest to her lips. She tensed but continued to move with him as he sped up. Grinding against her from the new angle stopped her breath, but also helped hold off his inevitable end for a few moments. From her blissful expression she approved."I won't last much longer," he whispered.She held her.