There were around 50 condoms. Feathers blindfolds.Dildo games.Lots of other stuff.While I was looking at all those things he whispered in my ears..”...we better finish this box this time as I am not going to take it back” I could not say anything to him for 10 seconds then I asked him in a naughty tone ” what would you like to have sir” this made him understand that I was equally willing to explore all those things in that room with him..He jumped on me and said, ” don’t tempt me this much. Reaching the door, I glanced at the card holder on the wall near the jamb. 'Exotic Holidays,' it read, sure enough, and I steeled myself and knocked nervously. Bidden to enter, I did so, to find a middle-aged, grey-haired woman seated at a desk behind a word processor and a telephone. I introduced myself, she picked up the phone and said a few words into it, then rose and preceded me to the other door opposite the entrance and opened it. 'Your eleven o'clock appointment, Mrs. Martin,' she. "Why are you doing that?" I want to focus you on sensation," I said. "No distractions. When I kiss you, I want you to feel my lips. When I touch you, I want you to feel my fingers. And when you touch me, I want you to feel your fingers touching me. Understand?"Linda nodded."Besides," I said, "it's easier to control you if you can't see."Her face turned toward me. I'm sure she was wondering which of my reasons was the more important one. In truth, I'm not sure I could say. I wanted her in a. I bucked my hips, but he just laughed some more. "Love it when youfight."When he reached for his belt buckle. When he opened his flies and pusheddown his trousers I saw what he'd got in mind for me. For all that myskin was burning, that my lungs were desperately heaving for oxygen, abucket of ice sluiced over me."No you don't." Yes I do," he growled, face twisted as he relentlessly pushed my thighswide apart."I do not consent to this!" Shit on your consent!" I do not consent to this," I yelled.