"Oh my god...it's massive...it's so big..." she whispered to herself."Thank you, but it is not that big," I giggled. At eight inches long and over two...inches thick, it is big, but it's not massive.She sat up and put both hands on my cock. I leaned back and pushed my pelvis forward, giving her full view of my erection, as she felt it twitch. Her hands are so small and slender that it did, indeed, look massive. She slowly worked her hands up and down the length, the swollen head visibly pulsing. Slavery had been abolished well over a hundred years ago—she couldn't understand why anyone would want to tie someone up that way and whip them. Especially naked. That would be so ... well... humiliating.And the woman tied up wasn't even dark skinned! Still, the expression on her face...Susan began to suspect that her upbringing was even more sheltered than she'd realized.The 1MC saved her from further embarrassment. "This is Lieutenant Commander Paul Darnick, Ship Superintendent, Norfolk Naval. ’ I offered, while she was still fixing her hair. ‘You can go ahead and take off my shirt.’ ‘Thanks.’ She replied while eagerly obliging. Before I knew it I was in only my boxers, taking in the sight of Cassy in matching white bra and panties. Kicking her crumpled pair of jeans aside I stepped closer, allowing her to embrace me. Reaching around, I unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor. Instead of caressing her soft young body I started planting kisses down her neck, starting behind the. The last time we met at the local mall, she invited me over to her house for drinks. She was in her thirties and I had just turned fifty. I brought her a nice bottle of Australian, white wine. The night progressed as we talked about life in general. The subject of sex came up. How, I’ll never know, but it did. I told her about the erotic stories that I had written. She asked, if she could read one. Well it so happened I had brought a couple of stories along with me in the hopes that she would.