"A pleasure; as always." God I wish you'd let me fuck you," remarked Danny as he tucked his dick back into his jeans.Sylvia climbed off the bed and sa...ntered seductively over to a table on the far side of the bedroom, her womanly hips swaying as she walked. "Perhaps there's a way you can," she said, lifting a glass of red wine up and taking a long swallow.That had Danny's attention. "Really? What do I need to do?"Sylvia had another sip of wine. "I want you to do a favour for me," she replied.. I should probably take this opportunity to describe myself, which I havebeen too caught up with sex so far to do. I would describe my physique as curvaceous.I am not stick thin, or even just normal thin, like lots of girls in magazinesand films (especially porn films!). But nor am I big and fat. A figurelike Renee Zellwegger in Bridget Jones' Diary, perhaps. I think I have a fairlypretty face, but it is always hard to judge your own appearance. I don't wearmakeup, I make no major efforts to. And the beating continued. The level of pain was always controlled by me. It was not beating out of hatred or a desire to inflict punishment but one designed to give both of us erotic pleasure. It was what both of us wanted and were used to.The March afternoon's sunlight waned and evening was upon us. It was time for a break and I opened the champagne I had by for this very special occasion. We drank, we kissed, we drank some more and lay down together for some gentle caressing. "take hold of. It was suttle, but there again, I’m a fella and woudn’t recognize a brick wall until I walked into it!, yes her hair WAS different, framing her lovely face like a picture frame, soft, and lifting slightly in the breeze, revealing a long, slender neck. I didn’t say anything, just gulping a making, I hoped, an appropiate manly noise, as I couldn’t speak for the lump in my throat. Clearing my throat I said ‘Super’, and opened the car door for her. Upon assisting her in it was then I realized that.