She made him a snack.“Your peanut butter sandwiches taste much better than mine do,” he told her. And it wasn’t just that he could watch her mak... them.“Do you use jelly when you make them?”“No.” They were peanut butter sandwiches, not jelly sandwiches.“Well, could you eat another whole one?”“Sure.”“See? PB on one slice, jelly on the other, then you put them together and cut it down the middle.” They ate. She only had half a sandwich. Sure, she was trim, but she didn’t really seem to eat enough. He loved it when she was feeling flirty. He reached the towel up to his head to dry his face and hair. As he covered his face he felt Brittany’s small hands delicately grab hold of his semi-hard cock.Brittany couldn’t keep her hands off him. The whole time he was drying himself she was running her hands over his body gently touching different, sensitive parts of him. Dave was thoroughly enjoying himself in spite of the fact that their lovemaking recently had been mundane and routine, almost. Even with my holes stuffed I knew I was too strictly locked in place to making any effort towards gaining some sexual relief completely futile. Time passed and eventually the movie’s final credits played themselves out. I tried rolling on my side to look out of the corner of my eye to see how much ice was left but the collar would not yield. To look up I would have to roll onto my back which was impossible with my body held in this hogtie. I watched as the wet spot of my floor grew with each. That part was screaming. It said things like "YOU'RE NOT THIS KIND OF GIRL!" and "YOU'RE NOT ACTUALLY GOING TO LET THIS BOY SEE YOU NAKED!" At the same time she waited for his fingers to touch the buttons on her back, she wondered what had happened that had changed her so much - had, in fact, changed her into exactly that kind of girl.And the answer that came back was that, at last, she was with a boy she could trust. She could trust him to control his own urges, while she released control on.