My drained and deflated penis squashed against the delightful pliancy of her buttocks. One arm was trapped beneath her neck, and the other held beneat... her own arm and resting on her breasts. Our legs were twisted like a plait. For several minutes I enjoyed the smell of her hair and the rise and fall of her chest with her breathing. Then very gently I worked my arm out from beneath her, and shuffled back a little, watching the play of shadows along her spine darkening as they filled the space. "Do as you are told, and enjoy, I need to work quickly" as I tookmy hand away from her mouth. She did not move a muscle I pushed her to theother side of the living room, where I had a large wooden chair. I told herto sit in the chair, and look straight ahead. She did as she was intructed,I move behind her, taking one arm over her head. I fastened a leather cuffto her wrist. "Now the other" I said. She did as she was told.. The second cuffwent on. Next came the blindfold, then the ball gag. I. Gone are the days when they would sink invisible into the soft flesh of my bosom. Now they awake stiff and needy, craving attention, demanding that I take a dampened finger and tease the dark, sensitised skin of my areolas until my stalk like nubs scream to be stroked, to be pinched, to be squeezed and twisted and tugged. I can see them now, pushing fiercely at the fine cotton, elastane fabric; ripe cherries atop my cupcake breasts, displaying themselves for all the world to admire, announcing. ” She extended her hand. “My name is Nina Myers. I suspect we’re two of a kind, lost souls drawn to the Alaskan wilderness to escape exposure to people. It’s common among the NDE community. There’s a fair amount of us here.”“Mine is ... Roger, Roger Moore,” Eric said, repeating the first name to pop into his head.The middle-aged Hispanic woman laughed, her voice sounding like the flight of a dozen butterflies on the breeze. “No relation to the James Bond act—Yeow!” she cried, yanking her hand.