A reluctant awareness as the leather slides over wrists… ankles… neck… and the dip of her waist. Standing against the vertical poles, the polish...d stone pressing gently into the curve of tender ass. Heavy eyelashes fluttering downward in a silky dance of purest jet as the frame – the woman frame – is lifted by strong hands. The world tilts, a sharp gasp, as the poles slip into their place within stone columns. White gauze drapes the altar – breasts rising and falling in uneasy anticipation of. But when I thought back to Friday night I realized that when Beth had been stretched out on the couch I had been thinking only about making her feel good, I'll admit my body had reacted like a horny teenager, but mentally I was thinking only about her, not my chances of taking it any farther. What did that mean? Had I been attracted to her as a person from the start? Was it that I felt I had no chance of getting anyplace that eliminated that whole line of reasoning? Was I in love with her? This. My difficulties started early on, though, as the books never really gave much detail on the proper method of removing a woman’s clothing which, incidentally, I found to be far more difficult than a man’s. Naturally, I eventually persevered -- it’s obviously not exactly rocket science -- though, at one point, I pondered whether that would have been an easier concept for me to master.Once I had Miss Loretta completely naked, the rest was simply following through with what I had read while. Mr. Thorn, why don’t you get that camera rolling again?”Sabrina stood in the middle of the room, holding the dildo out to Eve. They heard the camera start to whirr and click in the background. Sabrina motioned to Eve to put it on, and as Eve reached round to fasten the waist strap, Sabrina slapped her hand.“That’s not how you do it. You gotta take these panties off first. Go slow, so Mr. Thorn can take some nice pictures.” Eve went down on one knee, and, sensing a great shot, Sabrina put her.