. ," he said planning on speaking of some mundane matter or another, and then he stopped as if not knowing what words to use, and as he looked into he... eyes fixed upon his own waiting for him to continue, his love for her took possession of him and banished all fear. "I wish to speak to you of something which is nearer to my heart than any thought of service to the Maidens Revenge, or in fact of anything else," he exclaimed, "Captain... Ah... Carmen I..." Has it anything to do with what can be. Though not extremely large, the rising in her nipples made them appear more than adequate as she slipped off her jeans. Now totally nude, she picked up her clothes and laid them on the back of the sofa, motioning for me to join her on the sofa. As I headed that direction, she set her drink down of the end table and with her legs slightly spread, began fingering herself. Her soft brown pubic hair already gathering droplets of erotic sweat as I sat beside her nude body. She had the grayest eyes I. You tell me I am not going deep enough with my tongue and standing up you make me lean forward over the bed locking my wrist cuff to my ankle cuffs so I am bent right over exposing by pvc clad ass to you. Next you get out a spreader bar from under the bed and attach it to my ankles, keeping me wide open and vulnerable to your wishes. You unzip my catsuit exposing my ass, cock and balls. You start to whip me with the crop, varying the strength and frequency to your wishes and then you take some. “CRITICIZING YOU? ARE YOU EVEN SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? I’M TRYING TO HELP YOU!” She screamed. “You call this help? Making me feel like I’m some dick?” Shit. He’s not mad. He’s hurt. I shouldn’t have said anything. Fuck. She stood up, took the tray of lemonade that was still between his hands, and set it on the table. She sat back on Jake’s bed and motioned for him to sit next to her. “I have to say something. You will NOT interrupt because I’ve been wanting to let this out for a while. Okay?” .