Scattered around the room you could find all kind of BDSM equipment. A beautifully built St. Andrews Cross, at least three different types of benches,...a sawhorse, a narrow table, a king size bed and even some sort of gynecologist bed. There were also several displayers with all kinds of floggers, whips, crops, paddles, canes, dildos, vibrators, plugs, clamps… all you could think of. There was some kind of a surround sound system, and you could hear some soft Arabic music playing. "From now on,. I had to say floating in this pure light was pretty boring. I couldn't feel my body, nor move. If this was the afterlife I would go mad pretty soon. Maybe it was one of those lucid dream type things where you could change the world by will. I tried conjuring up Caitlyn, but nothing happened. I wondered if maybe she had survived, or perhaps she was in some other afterlife. So I tried conjuring up chocolate cake instead, but that didn't work either. This was going to be a really rubbish afterlife. Rick was asking me if I had any special plans for over the summer before I started college in the fall. I told him nothing special, just hanging around town, shooting some photographs, and jokingly said that I would be hanging out in his pool. Rick said that I was always welcome and I could even leave a pair of shorts at his place. We then started to watch the movie, nothing special; I can't even remember what it was about when after a few minutes I noticed Rick's hand was resting against my. Greg released me, and I took his hand and led him to the side of the bed opposite Sylvia.We sat on the mattress for a time and continued to kiss. Greg had slipped a hand down between my thighs and was rubbing my clit with a wet finger. I wanted him so badly by now, but I had to make sure that he would do what I needed. Breaking off kissing him, I slid off the bed, and moved in front of him so he could watch me suck his cock for a time. This wasn’t to get him off, but to ensure that he was as.