She had it pierced, and before I could stop myself I felt my own tongue shyly reach out and touch the little metal ball on the underside. It caused he... to gasp a little herself, the first uncontrolled response I had gotten from her yet, and I shuddered involuntarily when it caused her hand to jerk and her fingers to slide just the tiny bit out of me and back in again. How could this be happening? Why was she humiliating me like this, and why was I responding? Fear still gripped me, her free. "Do you like wine love?" he asked. "Um...I...I dont know...I've never really... drunk alcohol before" I stuttered. "Oh! well a little won't hurt, go on!" I sheepishly took the glass from him and sipped; I didnt wan't to be rude. It turns out it wasn't half bad. "It's alright ain't it?" he said with a grin. "Now then, lets forget about those girls and have a nice chat, okay?" And we did; we talked idly for half hour about nothing in particular. I sipped the wine more and more, starting to become. 'Er, yes. I, er, suppose so.' He stepped even further back. 'Would you like a tea, coffee, anything...?'I was on his doormat now. The door clicked closed behind me. I glanced around. It was modern, clean, minimalistic. Nice. A pertinent question crossed my mind.'Are you alone?'He looked and sounded uncertain. Almost afraid. He glanced around nervously.'Yyyyesssss.''Are you really married? Only Auntie Vi...'He cut me dead, his words swirling with unexpected undercurrents of annoyance.'Yes. I'm. You can call me at ###-###-#### or email me at [email protected] REALLY want to hear from you.Michelle, your delivery girlJeff was so taken aback that he read and re-read the letter again several times. The ache in his cock got even stronger in the whirlpool of fantasies and scenarios that he thought would only be a dream. Quickly, he opened his dad's laptop and got online.Certainly he wouldn't have to convince this Michelle about being bound and helpless in his company. What worried him is.