I leaned back in, this time when our lips met it wasn’t a tender, nervous kiss. It was a kiss of passion, sparks flew in my brain, I parted my lips...slightly, she parted hers right along with me. Then I felt her tongue dance its way into my mouth. I pulled my arm up started running it through her hair as our tongues danced an elegant, passionate samba inside our mouths. She slowly turned rolling on top of me. Her perky boobs smooshed against my chest, her weight down upon me. I wrapped both. In apprehension they saw firstly the guys cut trousers lift of the floor and watched in awe as their unseen captor searched the pockets until it found the guys wallet. The wallet then opened itself and Jim read aloud the name on the driver's licence, "Jeremy Kyle", "Hello Jeremy, you may call me Master, Sir or god if you like but you won't because you're not having the gag removed so its irrespective what you try to call me!"He then picked up the handbag that had come with the woman and. On Sunday night, I packed my back packs and set them by the front door.“What are you doing?” Kendi asked in a concerned tone.“I am taking my stuff to my apartment in the morning.”“I thought that we were doing good.”“We have been. I need a day away. I want to think without being distracted by you.”“I distract you?”“Everything about you distracts me and I can’t think clearly when I see you or smell you or think about you. Please allow me this. I will be at the Bar on Monday night. Please join me.. ” “Sure, I’m fine,” I said nervously. Liz pulled up the elastic of my boxers and kissed the crown of my cock. “See you at six,” she said. The door closed and the lock snapped. I sat and waited, wondering how long it would be before my arm muscles cramped and what I would do when I needed to pee. The lights flickered on above the dressing rooms. Time passed. Ten minutes can seem like an hour, sit- ting quiet and still. The door opened in the right.