At the sight of Tyrone an image uncontrollably materialized. The image was of Tyrone, dressed for his college homecoming dance last October. He wore ...ll off-white, a color that many would call cream. Tux, tie, cummerbund, shoes, socks and even a cream colored carnation. His jet black skin and brilliant white-toothed smile completed the picture. He was the handsomest black man she had ever met. “Hey Tyrone. What are you doing here? Where’s my brother?”“He was called into work. Your cell. "I'm sorry, this is very disorganized. I'll get it better structured for my report, but of course you want to hear now." Never mind," said Toshimura, "it's fascinating. Go on. You reached out to this native, and?" Yes," she said. "I wasn't sure how he'd take it after the last time, so I moved very slowly and unthreateningly, saying 'we come in peace' again. He did the same. We just touched at first, and then we both gripped gently. I thought about smiling at him, but I wasn't sure how he'd take. I pushed the longest strap under her back. She moaned but could not really resist given her bindings and state of exhaustion. I clipped the strap to the other side of the device then attached the other two straps. The device was in place. Whatever it was, it was held to her crotch by one strap around her waist and one around each thigh close to her ass cheeks. It sat squarely upon her slick smooth pussy lips. There was an odd protuberance, about two inches long, on its underside that I had. ”John turned about four shades of red, but didn’t say anything.“So what now?” John casually asked as the waiter sauntered off to get the check. I suggested going back to my place where I could slip into something more comfortable and less fancy.The waiter brought the check and John provided his credit card. As we made our way out to the valet stand, I developed a sudden sense of fear. I was extremely attracted to John, I wanted him. I need him. But things were progressing fast. I wondered if I.