Looking into your eyes, I lower my hands and expertly unbuckle your belt and pop open the snap of your jeans. I trace a finger down along the zipper, ...miling at your intake of breath as I graze my fingers down along your cock and back up again. I tease you a bit longer before easing the zipper down and spreading your jeans open. I hook my fingers into the belt loops of your jeans and lower them over your butt before letting them drop. I steady my hands on your hips as I slowly lower myself in. I don't know how long we sat there looking at each other but finally she released my hand and I had to shake my head to clear it. I noticed she did too."Interesting," she said leaning back again. "Did you feel that? I certainly did. Not as strong as with Daniel but there was definitely something there." That was ... strange," I whispered."Very," she nodded. "I do not believe in magic or any other such nonsense but there was something there besides lust. There was some of that of course," she. And she smiled maddeningly back."I don't know about you, Sissie," Richard said, "But I'm getting a bithungry. Care to join me in a little Dinner? Blink once for Yes, twicefor No.... No? Well, I'm sure you won't mind if I have something! I'lljust call Room Service."And as I stood there, helplessly dis-armed, my stockinged legs hobbledso that I couldn't kick, incapable of saying a word or of even lookingdispleased, he proceeded to order a lavish Dinner and charge it to myroom! As he hung up the. “You’re all sweaty.”Ethan stood very still and let her touch. “I can think of better ways to get sweaty.”“Me too.” She smiled again.“Do you want to come inside?”“I can’t. I’ve got to get home.” She sounded disappointed. She looked across the street at her house. Her father was working in the front yard with a rake. His back was to them. “Maybe you’d like to come over to my house.”Ethan looked across the street. “Does your father know you like to make out with boys?” he said skeptically.She took.