They're so soft; so firm yet soft. I could spend all day just rubbing them against my hands... no, against my face... in my mouth... fuck I'm getting ...urned on just thinking about it! Eliza notices my growing bulge in my pants and smiles again. "I think I know how we can solve this", she says slyly, standing up and walking over to me. She looks down at me as and smiles again. "Come on", she says, "stand up". I stand up slowly, feeling my bulge grow even bigger, as Eliza stares into my eyes. When Ada first met him in the drawing room of the French embassy, he was wearing a tuxedo—and wearing it quite well—and was the center of an obviously erudite conversation in French with a small, select group of diplomats and Malay government leaders. If it hadn’t been for his Chinese features, dark bronze skin, and the pony tail that his black hair was pulled into, Ada would have assumed he was yet another European ambassador. But, no, she had thought. He was much too powerfully built to be. "Oh, goody! I thought."I want you to tie me up."I paused, regaining composure, and then delivered my brilliant riposte: "Huh?" Well - " Abruptly, she seemed almost shy. "You told me once you always wanted to make a woman cum so hard she would pass out. And sometimes when it becomes very intense for me I make you stop what you're doing until I calm down." And what would you like me to be doing to you while you're tied up?" Whatever you want to do that will make me cum like that. I have wanted to. Once decided, their voyage from fantasyland into the real world of erotica had a slow start, but quickly picked up speed. ‘WOW,’ Randy grinned in Edwin’s direction. ‘Maybe we should compare erotic notes sometime.’ Edwin laughed, ‘I’ll bet all four of us have some really ‘nasty erotic fantasies’ Then struck by a touch of genius, he said, ‘If we want to do this right, maybe we ought to let Jennie and Peggy compare notes.’ Jennie smiled, looking thoughtfully at the other three, she said now.