”I kissed him with maybe a little more than the usual intensity because he was helping me remember Russ. He was playing mind games with me. My husb...nd was acting like a virtual Russ.“I hope you meet him in Denver,” he said, and his own kiss turned more intense. I whimpered because I was turning on, too.HIs kisses traveled from my lips to my throat -- I love having my throat kissed! -- and lower, to my breast.“I should show you what he would want," he whispered. I guess my little moan told him. He was standing in the den wearing a red plaid flannel shirt tucked into his old Levis. In his hand was a single long stem red rose. ‘Oh, Jenny, you are too beautiful for words.’ She bit her lip fighting back the tears and ran into his arms. He smelled woodsy and fresh as he held her tightly to his chest kissing her. He let down her long black silky hair. Her nimble fingers unbuttoned his shirt, giving way to her hands as she felt the power of his body. He gently pushed her away. ‘Not so. I then take the other coil of rope from out of my other jacket pocket, as you sit there helplessly teetering a little already, and looking into my eyes, the pleasure glistening in your eyes. I set the length of rope down, across the tie, just hanging free, and in the darkness it's impossible to see just how much there is...as if the moonlight shies away from touching it. As I lay the rope down, you teeter forward more, grinding your clit in, and making the ropes slack. "Now, now, little girl,. While I wait for you, I take stock to ensure I have everything I need to make my slave beg for mercy. To have you groveling at my feet for release. I smile to myself, as I go over what I have in store for you. I check the clock and notice that your late, I make a mental note to myself that you will have to be punished when you get here.I hear a soft timid knock on my door and I tell you to enter. You open the door slowly, come through head down apologizing for being late, I grab you by the.