Lucy giggles quietly as I stood facing her, my cock semi hard and just about covered but bulging as Lucy stared, “Would you like a closer look?” I...asked and she excitedly nodded her head so I look a step closer so Lucy could feast her eyes, my cock twitching as it hardened.“Wow sir, so cute” she said softly as she looked at my balls dangling, I stepped closer putting my hands on her head pulling her towards my groin, my cock pressed against her face, “Oh sir!” she mumbled as I felt her tongue. “So you expect me to be your boyfriend after we make love?”“Of course, silly! Isn’t that what it means to have sex?”Red flag number two. This was quickly sliding into a pit of mire.“Penny, aren’t I a bit old for you?” I asked. “And what would your parents say?”“You’re not too old; you’re perfect! And there’s no way I’m telling my parents! They’d never let me come over here again!”A glimmer of hope. Maybe I didn’t understand what she meant by ‘boyfriend’.“But if you were my girlfriend, wouldn’t. " She stated the fact. How could I? The only reason I included Belgium in my trip was to visit that very special chocolatier who made the best blend of dark chocolate candy. We visited his shop on our honeymoon and my wife fell in love with those delicate aromatic chocolate jewels. Whenever I could, I returned there on my trips and purchased large boxes of her favorite candy.My wife tried to teach me how to appreciate the candy. How to recognize the distinct flavors, how to taste the intricate. You climb out of the car without cleaning up your hand and walked back to the hotel feeling very empowered. As you are telling me your story you are stroking my cock to close to orgasm, but always stopping short. After you finish telling me your story you can see it had the desired outcome- I was hard a rock and desperate to cum. You climbed on the bed and pulled my blindfold off. You tell me that I am know your sex toy and just a little slut to be used and abused for your pleasure and.