I agreed to it. Excepting they had asked if I wouldn’t mind being tied up or restrained during it. At first I was reluctant to do it. But after a lo... of coaxing, they told me it would satisfy their fantasies and imaginations like never before. I finally gave in and said it was all right providing I wasn’t hurt. Since, I don’t like pain or being hit in any way. They told me it was okay that they would make sure no one hurt me. So I put my full trust in them! It was a Friday night and I was at. She bought low cut dresses, see-through blouses, miniskirts which barely covered her bottom, lacy, miniscule panties, even a few bras although she knew that the man preferred her to go without bra.Her next stop was the beauty parlor. She decided to go for the full works: new haircut, manicure, pedicure, followed by a Brazilian waxing. She asked the hairdresser for a new, exciting cut and he obliged. She looked in the mirror and found herself irresistible. The attendant doing the waxing barley. Another surprise was that she had very liberated opinions about some things and rock-hard conservative opinions on others.Another was that behind closed doors she was a nudist - clothes went flying immediately - and I had no problem with that. The first night it was midnight when we got to the room, but I was too tired to notice. I wanted to get into bed and asleep quickly.As soon as we were in the room the next evening, off they came. To be liberated that far; still, I was amazed that she was. His boner was four inches long, sad but not freaky short, but the width was priceless, he was a true pencil dick, his cock head looked silly sitting on his thin tube, like a mini tulip. How he dug my verbal abuse, my words cutting like a whip, reducing him to his failures, real and percieved, building him a jones, his excuse to submit fully. The ability of him to cum, untouched, my words driving him to release, how he swayed on his feet, his passion deep, his cum spraying across the room, that.