“Make it hard for me.”For a moment, he thought he’d found an out. If he could keep from getting hard, perhaps she’d abandon her scheme. He tri...d to focus his thoughts on something else, and homed in on the thoroughly unattractive vice principal. The image in his head evaporated almost immediately, boiled away by the sensation of her soft hand sliding along his length. It was hopeless. He swelled rapidly in her grip.“Oh yeah,” she moaned as he hardened. “God, it’s fucking huge.”He couldn’t hold. "Something in me snapped, and I pulled Sandy to me for a more intense kiss. She did all of the clutching and kissing, pushing me backward until she was on top of me, looking down at me with half-closed eyes. All I could see is the passion being shown with all those beautiful freckles. Her blue eyes were so intensely blue that I was lost in them.Sandy said, "How about showing me the bedroom. I'll bet it will be comfortable there too."This was moving really fast, but I wanted it. I wanted. I bite my nails to the core & there's no point trying to stop it with nails applied.I was prolonging the inevitable. I had dreamed of being fully encased in leather & having to adapt, since I was young. Now in my early 20s, I casually went in pursuit of the elixir that gave a high like no other. From 25 onwards, I've been a leather collector. This store in particular has been the quiet mistress of my affairs. No item is off the table when there's no one but you & the cashier who always takes. She did not know what she was looking for exactly, but she guessed the letter had some kind of clue. Then she saw an unlit, antique torch in the far corner of the room, nailed to the wall.'It fears fire.'Kind of an on-the-nose clue, isn't it?"Aw, fuck it."She walked over to the torch and made a grab for it. She meant to pull it out from its holster, only for the torch and holster to suddenly dip. She could hear a series and gears and other ancient mechanisms cranking and moving behind the stone.