He was bound to the bed. She was on top, propped up on her elbows, her naked legs alongside his, her face close to his. She laughed as always. Her red...hair and wide eyes, combined with her regal nature, painted a picture of dominant sensuality. She kept pumping just allowing his hard cock to penetrate her slightly. She tried to keep herself from crossing the line into orgasm. She wanted to experience his desperate hardness for a longer time - and test his self-control. She had teased him for. Shit! My body suddenly and perversely decided to assert itself and I felt myself blushing. "Uh -- right now I'm about to wet the bed!"She gave me a soft, quick and reassuring kiss. "Well then, unless WE want to sleep in a puddle the rest of tonight, I guess WE had better do something about that, wouldn't you say?"I nodded meekly, and she rolled off me, dragging my right arm with her, forcing me to roll over. I was awkwardly working out how to get pulled together and out of bed when she got up. I like them all." When in doubt be vague. "I want to know what to bring. I'll be in your area in a couple of days on business and I want to get together." Huh, what? Did I just read what I thought I did? I went silent. I was lost for words. "Susan, are you there?" she typed. "Oops, my boss. Got to go. Sorry." Oh My God. I logged off real quick. I didn't even need to go to the bathroom this time. I felt oddly unaroused. Now what? I wondered. That night was another Guinness night. I had a tough. Sally didn’t mind him watching her having sex, in factit turned her on to think he was jerking off as she wasbeing fucked. Now he wanted to up the ante, he wantedher to fuck a black man, Sally had been brought up inpredominately white upper class area and rarely mixedwith black people.“Oh you’re not going to start again are you,” she saidtwo weeks later as Bruce was still pestering her aboutthe black man.“Alright, alright, I’ll fuck a black man, just.