I then remove any article of clothing left on me, and move up closer to you. I draw my bow across your delicate sting, and your moans swell in respons.... The slow strumming of my bow makes over your heated instrument sends thunderous quakes through your body. In your rhythmic response I realize that this is the perfect medium for this composition. As I gently align my bow to your awaiting tranquillity, you begin to make a harmonious reverberation of pleasure. Like the solo in a Kenny G song,. I was glad we were not the cause for an accident because people sure took their eyes off the road as they went by honking their horns. Bob went by and said we were free to return home, but with her dress in the trunk. She would not be allowed to get dressed until she was in our house. He said he would have someone watching to make sure she followed his instructions. I took advantage of Rhonda's state of mind and lack of dress to play with her pussy all the way home. I think she realized I was. "Sorry, darling...wrong bathroom." My face goes crimson. I'm actually beingkicked out of the men's room? A strange feeling runs through my body, likea shiver."Is wrong room?" I ask. In this situation, my foreign accent mightactually help here."Yes," he nods, grinning. "This. Is. Men's. Room." I actually find this alittle insulting. I'm not simple, you ignoramus. But at the same time,there's something unbelievably embarrassing about this that...turns me on? Istart to feel the twitching in my. .. to become dry... before you can return your attentions... backto the object... of His desire... and seemingly... yours as well... andthen... when your tiny little clitty... is swollen...and hard... atleast... as much as it can be... then you have to ask His permission... tolet you get off... again... especially since... He insists... that you getoff first... before He takes His own pleasure... mocking you... to noend... by reminding you... that getting off first... seems to be... whatall.