He looked up at Tracy, bracing herself for what she knew was about to come. At first he teased her a little, running his tongue around her opening, pl...yfully flicking at her clitoris, driving her mad with desire. She tasted delicious and he wanted more. His jogging bottoms bulged with his erection, growing harder by the moment. He licked up her juices, then thrust his tongue as deep as he could into Tracy. As he explored her with his mouth, her back arched and her breathing grew very heavy.. ..' I looked at Ron as I felt his massive tool harden again and he begin to grin his tool back into my well lubed butt hole. Not expecting him to be ready so quick caught me by surprise, This young stud was just getting started as he begin to really slam into me like a pile driver. In one quick move Ron slammed deep into me and raised up enough to catch my thighs and press them back to my shoulders and smile down at me saying '...let's really have some fun now...' I placed my hands on his. It would be nice to wear white again: it would match the beautiful whip for whose kisses I was so longing, and its white lashes would look pretty blending with white straps and fetish gear. But on the other hand black suggested dungeons, bondage, torture—and my aim was to suggest to Bob the experiences I most longed to enjoy. Perverted. Kinky, to use his word. So black it was: tight black shoes with heels so high I could hardly manage them, black wrist- and ankle-cuffs, a high black collar. He also told me that he also has played roles of heroine when he was in college. He convinced me for the role. I promised him to do that role. When i was taking leave, he insisted me for a cup of coffee. He went to kitchen and brought two cup of coffee. I wanted to see him naked. But that short towel prevented me to view him naked. I never saw any man wearing such short cloths before. By conversation i came to know that his wife left him due to differences between them. I was surprised that how.