This inevitably led to a stirring in my shorts, which of course was checked by my hand.I could have quite happily stroked away, but then wondered if P...ter was in tonight. Perhaps he would like to do it for me? It has been a couple of months since I have seen him, but I thought I would ring him all the same.For some reason I was nervous dialling his number, don't know why, after all our last meeting at his was more than I could have hoped for.He was in and at a loose end, so said he would drive. ” With that, she tightened her grip on my shaft to an almost painful level. Needless to say, I soon lost the urge to cum. In fact, I wilted a little letting out a small painful groan. “Aw poor baby, did I hurt you. Let me kiss it and make it better,” and she did, releasing her grip she began kissing down my shaft and continuing to my balls, kissing them with tender affection. The contrast renewed my waning boner, and she began to add small nibbles and licks in with her kisses. As she worked her. Time to return."Walk to the door, hands through the slot." I waited, tapping my foot as she complied, a mixture of reluctance and rebellion, not to mention a tired aching body slowing her compliance. Snapping on the winch link to her still linked cuffs, I paused as she obediently stepped back, allowing the door to open. "Follow." I turned and the winch kept pace with me, a double click as it diverted onto another track, towards a different part of the dungeon, a clear open area.Having stopped. Since those weren't 'serious' programs, they mostly planned to do those themselves. However, one day Amy cornered Warren and Sophia."Hey, will you guys take a look at our rhythmic program for the Pro-Am? It's kind of up your alley." Sure," Warren told her. He and Sophie went and stood by the rink and watched Ryan and Amy.He was kind of surprised by the choice of music: Ricky Martin's "Living La Vida Loca." He guessed that this was Amy's choice, as Ryan had never skated to anything like this.