A wind blew heavy outside, gushing in through the window by the bed and throwing the main door open. The roar of the sea came crashing in with the how... of the fresh wind.Neither of us cared. There was hardly anyone around in the premises to begin with. Droplets of rainwater sprayed across our bodies with each gust of wind through the window. Bolstered by the roar of the waves at her back, she glided further up and sat gently on my thighs just below my balls. She gave me a friendly look. We. Helooked in his closet which now contained the bounty from their shoppingexpeditions. He decided on the charcoal pants and a pink blouse. Hepreferred thinking of them as shirts rather than blouses. The charcoalpants were a nice wool blend while the blouse was oxford cloth cotton. As with his jeans, the pants were long enough that he would need towear something with a high heel. He thought about trying the stilettoheels, but decided that the slip on loafers would be a safer choice.Once. The ends of the ropes on her wrists were tied to the ends of the fabric that covered her eyes and is looped around her head.I lean down and kiss her. A deep kiss where my tongue explored her mouth and enjoyed the contact with her tongue. The type of kiss where I did not want to pull away to take a breath because I did not want it to end. Pulling away, I decided that I wasn’t finished kissing her. I lower myself down to kiss her lips, the tip of her nose, and then her lips once again. I. I waited for her to start.She looked lovely. Wearing a short cotton dress that showed off her long legs, her stellar breasts obviously braless under the thin material, her shoulder-length brown hair swept up in a loose bun, she looked every bit the innocent ingénue.She started reading.__________________Ten minutes later I sat there, now at a loss for words. She had exceptional talent.She looked up at me after the read-through of her second piece. Her face was furrowed with worry; concerned I.