”“Sorry, Connie, that day’s a complete blur. I don’t remember seeing anyone.”Connie squeezed my hand and kept hold of it. I had tears well u... in my eyes, but fought them back, checking that Katie was still playing safe and ‘Karate’ occupied at the nearby shop.“Sorry about Freddie, Con, I really liked him.”I played Sunday golf with her husband Freddie Evans until seven years ago. He told me that he was diagnosed with a virulent strain of cancer and worried about leaving Connie alone after he. Tightly binding an erect cock (and the swollen balls beneath it) effectively cuts off the circulation. Left bound that way for too long, a slut could incur serious damage and perhaps altogether lose his precious genitals. I was aware of that but remained undaunted. To be honest, I personally find it incredibly compelling and, yes, highly erotic to put myself in a situation where through my own folly I might actually lose my genitals. You see, the risk of disaster, with its accompanying. I had never used any masturbating tools before, I mostly just rubbed my clit, and more often than not I would dry hump a pillow or blanket, and get a mini-orgasm.Experimentally, I put a long plastic vibrator against my clit, and started to rub and press down vigorously. It was like no other feeling in the whole world. My body started to shake, and I got suddenly very hot, and sweaty. Instinctively I put my index and middle finger into my very tight vagina, stretching it a little bit, and. I want to be with you. We get along great; more than great, actually. I like spending time with you. I love you. And I love making love with you.”“I love you, Steve. And I love making love with you.”“Then why are we talking?” I chuckled.She stood up and slowly removed her clothes, folding each piece carefully. I just sat watching as she exposed her body to me. I was still in awe at just how amazingly beautiful she was. I saw the hint of a blush spreading from her cheeks to the tops of her.