We’re going out for the day!” As she said this, she cupped my balls in her fingers and was rubbing her palm against my cock through the panties. �...�Pinch your nipples for me, sweetie.” Her every instruction was matter of fact, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about them at all. I reached up with one hand and started playing with my nipple, rocking my hips against her hand as I did so. “No, no! Both nipples!” Slowly, I began playing with both. I felt stupid but I was willing to go along. Later that evening, after a very delightful time of being flattered and told how hot they thought her photo spread for Playboy would be, Monica returned to her hotel room for a good night's sleep before she flew back to Los Angeles the next morning.Before Monica had even got ready for bed, her cell phone rang and she answered it, taking the phone with her over to her bed. She actually caught herself hoping it would be Bill calling her again for phone sex, but Monica knew that she would probably. Sensory deprivation of my sight, deprivation of my ability to feel.. but not smell.. and ironically, not my ability to hear either. The high-grade foam earplugs he had stuffed into my ears before sliding his hood over my head acted as an amplifier for every single beat of my heart. It probably didn't help that he had snugged down the 3 straps that compressed the hood around my head even more than usual.A strap encircled my eyes as a blindfold normally would.. it pressed the padded sections. 45 so opened a bottle of wine and sat in the living room with my robe covering my underwear. As usual my impatience got the better of me and the anticipation was driving me crazy; so much so I was onto my second large glass at 8 o'clock. I kept staring at the clock and the second hand hardly moved plus my ears were on red-alert for any movement and sound near the front door. 5 past; 10 past, quarter past - nothing."The bastard!" I thought as I sipped my white wine and wished that I hadn't given.