I began to kiss Brian with passion and quickly moved despite my bondage tokiss and lick every part of his body. I was desperate to please him and judg...ngby his sighs was having some effect. So when after half an hour he rolled offthe bed and began to unstrap my ankles I thought I had won. I thanked him but received no reply nor did he release my arms or wrists andwhen he grabbed my ankle and flipped me onto my stomach I realised I was mistakenas each ankle was severely roped to the bottom. “On our first night together, our wedding night, you wouldn’t let me see you naked. If you had been with another guy for four years, why were you acting so bashful?” “That’s because it was with you, our first time,” she responded, as if the answer was obvious. “You were special to me and I loved you. I don’t know, it just seemed so much different than with Mike. You and I were making love and with Mike it was only about the sex.” “You had sex with Mike the first night you met him. We went. But I bet you’re wondering something. You’re wondering when I’m going to touch you. And you’re probably wondering if and when I’ll kiss you on your lips wouldn’t you?” She didn’t shake or nod her head as she left her hand on his scrotum. “May I kiss your lips Samantha?” She looked at him while keeping her hand on his soft limber cock. She finally nodded her head saying, and stuttering, her words “Uh yeah I uh guess so. I don’t mind if we kiss.” He leaned in and put his lips on hers but it. "So how did you get into stripping?" She laughed, and I must admit I liked to hear her laugh."At last!" She said. "OK. You know I wanted to be a Ballet dancer." I nodded, I had known that. "Well I tried really hard, but gradually I understood that I was never going to make the grade. My dancing was good, but not good enough, and I was becoming a little too voluptuous to be accepted. I liked my food too much, and the idea of starving myself four or five days a week was way beyond what I was.