Your face looks like you may object and your mouth starts to say something, but stops as I put the drink down on the entryway table beside you, look i...to your chocolate brown eyes and get lost in them as I whisper ‘hi baby’. I press against you and shiver slightly, my nipples hardening both from the cold wetness of snow on you as well as from inhaling the heady combination of your leather jacket, favorite cologne, and musky manly smell that drives me crazy. Gently stroking your face and soft. “Who knows? He can apply for reinstatement in a year.”“He should,” she said fiercely. “How the heck can you keep a guy with more than 15 major-league records out of baseball? Not just most hits, but most games played, only player to play 500 games at five positions, and most consecutive seasons with at least 100 hits. I mean, seriously?!”“We’re on the same page. When I get to be MLB Commissioner, I’ll fix it,” I chuckled.“Let’s go to some games next year and take the kids. We used to have a lot. Today, we just get a feel for each other without actually touching--" What?!" Calm down, Mr. Hand. You've been watching me and whacking. I want to see it live. And I'll make it easy for you to do it."With that, she quickly flipped off her flip flops, removed her tank top, and pulled down her shorts and panties. Within twenty seconds, she was completely nude in front of me; it took every ounce of willpower not to rush to her and begin sucking her tits and feeling her ass. I felt like an. " she shot back, obviously nervous. A thought occurred to me as I released her legs, and to her confused look, her hands as well. I went into the bathroom, got the babyoil and the astroglide, set them on the table, and began taking the cuffs off. Considering they were velcro and plastic clips, it wasn't much of a cuff."What are you doing?" she said confused.I answered by smiling and putting the cuffs on my hands and feet and lying down on my back. I clipped in my hands, and wiggled my feet for.