‘How can he have this affect on me,’ she thought. Sensing her reaction somehow, he slowly placed one of her fingers in his mouth, sucking on it, ...avoring it. She moaned as the sensation flooded through her. “I can’t take this anymore, I’ve missed you so much, I don’t know why but I have” he stated, his voice husky. Oh boy, she thought, she remembered that tone of voice. It made her get butterflies. A few seconds later, his mouth was on hers, hard, his pent up passion and frustration all. “I don’t understand why that would make a difference,” said Bonnie.She wrapped the cuff around one wrist and fastened the Velcro strap and then she pulled to test that her wrist was properly tied to the bedframe and wouldn’t come free.I sat down next to Bonnie and thought about how to answer that.“I’m not sure I completely understand it myself,” I said, ‘but here’s what I do know. Being tied up probably doesn’t make much difference to the physical act of having sex. But I’ve told you before. Certainly no one is going to stop and pick up a hitchhiker who’s pissed all over himself.” The professor was trapped. His head was spinning with shame. He reluctantly slipped one loafer off then the other. He slowly unbuckled his belt then pulled down his zipper. He wished Jackie would turn her head as he slipped his trousers down but she just sat there watching. He stood there in his shirt, shorts and socks looking at Jackie pleading with his eyes. “All of it professor,” she said. I’m not. "Well, I did, too, but I'm not as brave as they are, or you are, I guess," mom admitted.My hands were shaking. I have to admit, I was not exactly sure of this myself, but cum stains on my clothes made me look like a total slut, I had to admit, so I thought it might be less embarrassing to be semi-nude. And look at it from the point of efficiency. By getting down to the essentials - my panties, in this case, it was going to save a lot of dressing and undressing as I tried things on! And who.