“I am going to wear a crotch-less white jock strap and my best cock ring under my short black silk dressing gown.On mid-Sunday morning one of my gir...friends phoned to ask if two extra women could come along to watch.“Why not, as long as you bring along some good Champagne. And dress to impress, smart cocktail.”Shortly after three our audience of four women were settled in and enjoying their champagne and we could feel a sense of anticipation of their expectations from our performance as we. Her mom had already left for work so she was on her own and grateful. She was dreading another interlude with her mother. By noon, Sara had finished breakfast and started on an assignment for school that she had waited to do until the last minute. Grateful for the break, she trotted back upstairs and changed into an outfit that she thought was cute, but not to over or under dressed for the outdoors activity of working on a car. Back downstairs Sara grabbed her keys and locked the front door. I’d be damned before I let him back me down without a fight. Something vulnerable flitted through his eyes, almost like an uncertainty, a softening of some sort that I didn’t understand. He needed me in a basic way. ‘I belong to you, sir,’ I stated suddenly, knowing how much he needed the words, and admitting how much I needed to say them. Briefly, I wondered what had happened to me. With his erection fully sheathed within me, slowly rubbing in and out unhurriedly, I wondered what had. He could feel his pants bulge out even more as he thought of the feel of her skin against his lips. He shook his head and thought to himself, “I could never do that, she trusts me and I don’t want to take advantage of that. But God she is gorgeous and so damn sexy. I just want to make sweet love to her and make her feel better than ever before.” He began to move his feet toward her, and he stopped, shocked that he was, some other part of his brain was taking over his body. He loosened his tie.