It’s a cold, mean gaze. Then she smiles, as wicked as only an evil teacher can before he lets a student fail the class. She holds the gaze until I m...st look away. Then she pats me on the thigh and turns to the table nearby. She carefully inspects the instruments on the table. Although I somehow don’t really want to know it I can’t resist - in a mixture of curiosity and fear - to see what is there.In a row, carefully assembled, there are a long cane, a riding crop, a paddel made of heavy wood. It was a good three weeks before the k** returned and took that seat. And this time he didn't wait to unzip.He didn't stroke fast like he had done previously. His hand moved slowly up and down; sometimes stopping at the bottom exposing most of his erection. Cock had been on my mind a lot lately and seeing his sticking up like that wasn't helping. The thoughts were scaring me but I couldn't help noticing how much they turned me on too. Finally I convinced myself there was nothing wrong with. Chuck nodded yes. That proverbial sugar bowl held a few bucks at anygiven time and Chuck pointed in the direction of the kitchen. He was ledoff just as firmly as when he was drawn into the living room and anotherpoint of Chuck's hand got the man to the only cash there was."This is it?" the man said looking at eight dollars and thirty one centsspread on the table. Chuck had just counted it with his eyes, as did theman.Chuck nodded yes again. Chuck wished desperately that it was more for noother. Her talk about the upcoming photo shoot left me a bit nervous. It wasn't what she told me that made me nervous, but what she deliberately left out. Also, the thought of having to go to the leather-maker, probably strip to have him take measurements, wasn't too comforting. But at the same time I also felt that excitement I had felt before we went to the party. For a moment I wondered whether I would ever get used to that mix of feelings, or whether I wanted to actually get used to it.What I.