See ya soon.’ She and I still didn’t say ‘I love you’ since the weirdness of our master/slave, rehabber/rehabee relationship was precluding mu...h hope of real emotional love so far. It was not what any normal person would have considered healthy, but I fell off the normal train about 1979. I didn’t just have my usual .45 with me tonight. Tonight I’d pulled a genuine relic out of storage. I was carrying a .22 High Standard target pistol modified with a 1944 Bell Labs sound suppressor assembly,. “i am in love with your perfect cock. I need to drink your hot delicious cum” I would say. The more silly my speech became the deeper I would suck. Then the message came for a third meeting. It was at the weekend and I had to make my excuses to go out. My submissive excitement overcome my guilt. Standing outside his apartment block I pressed the intercom. A woman once answered and I was shocked. “Hello, who is it?” she enquired.I controlled my panic and stuttered out “It’s Ben.” Almost doubting. ” I moved my hand to the inside of her thigh. “What shall we do about our arousal, Alice?” With her cute smile, Alice showed her willingness to play. “Is your hand tired or could you manage a few more swats? I love both sides of a spanking and I see you’re good at it. “Wonderful! Hands on the table, legs spread,” I commanded. We stood up as Alice presented her bottom as I’d told her. The arousal from caning Stephanie and Alice’s obvious eagerness made me hasty, even though this was my first. Sea green eyes darted up to his brown ones. "You mean...go all the way?" she asked. The hesitancy was plain in her voice. He was not the kind of man who could force himself onto a woman. She had to say yes. She had to mean it. He nudged closer, allowing his cock to touch the soft skin of her inner thighs. His dick pulled him toward her pussy like a magnet to steel. "I...I..." she stammered, "I'm not on the pill or anything."He groaned inside. He didn't have any condoms. But he didn't.