The breathing you hear is your own, heavy and strong. I'm not all that, but I'm yours and you are mine. That's all we need for now. "Are you ready, de...r?" I ask. "Yes," you squeak out ,finding it hard to say anything. I take off my shirt and you see my hairy chest. You want to reach thru the computer and run your fingers in my hair. God you just got so wet. " I want you dear, I love you so much. I want to kiss your lips and hold you close." The words and image sends shivers down your spine. You. She’s standing next to the partially open door wearing just a bra and panties, her blonde hair casually brushed back, a smile spread across her face. Her body is beautiful; slim and soft, her skin glowing from the light of the suite. I step inside and put down my case, turning to admire her from behind as she locks the door. Her rear is flawless. I extend my hand to her. “Kim, nice to meet you, after all this time of just writing to each other” My voice is smooth and calm. Any nervousness I had. I jumped from the bed and still semi naked went downstairs, with a wooden baseball in my hands.There was only a weak light in the kitchen, but I had barely entered, when I felt a noise and a hard punch on my neck; I fell to my knees and then into the darkness.When I recovered, I found myself on my knees beside our marital king size bed. Ana was facing me on the other side. She was naked, on all fours, gagged with a duct tape on her beautiful sweet lips. I saw we both were handcuffed together. "If you would please make yourself comfortable, I shall begin," he retrieved her glass, giving her the opportunity to disrobe. He drank in the sight of her as if he were dying of thirst. Her pulse quickened as she saw the hunger in his eyes. She laid face down on the palette that he had prepared, waiting patiently for him to begin. He reached for the warmed oil, covering the palms of his hands with stuff, and placed it back out of the way.As his hands made gentle contact with her skin, an.