I stop and run my hand along it. The sensation of gentle touch once again makes you jump. I reach down, move the panties to the side, and take hold of...your cock and balls. I place a harness on them that has a chain hanging down. I have never used this on you. After it is fastened you soon learn what the chain is for. I attach a small weight which pulls on your cock and balls. I whisper into your ear, "You are mine." Then I take your cock into my hand and I whisper, "This is mine." I know how. He'd have to walk into town.The suspicion that he was being followed began with vague noises in the darkness behind him. He would see no one, yet the feeling persisted.Climbing a steep street, he was suddenly boxed in by two men. One was heavy, squat, powerful. He reminded Alex of the doorman at the Casa de Los Angeles. His companion was short and skinny, dressed in a loud check suit. He was the dangerous one.It was almost over so fast, Alex nearly missed the whole scene. The heavy-set man. My left hand pressed into her back between her shoulder blades pushing her into me as our lips reconnected with a passion. Our tongues began their tangled dance anew. I felt Gail’s left hand move down and wrap around my straining cock between our two bodies. She stroked it slowly up and down, her hand rolling over and palming the head each time she stroked upwards. I was now moaning into our kisses. Gail’s right hand was running her fingers through my hair and toying with my ear and the side. I was hungry for passion, for love. Yet for several years all I had known was pain and death. The softness of a woman was almost forgotten upon me, certainly how to touch a lady was alien was.I stopped, thankfully before I had begun to rape her, my mind finally taking control of my emotions. Sam surprised me, she looked me straight in the eye with even more emotion and compassion. She took her hands off me and began to disrobe. Off came the ripped dress, her shoulders exposed. It hung about its.