Michelle and I lived with our parents but saw each other every day. I’d love to tell you that everything was happy-go-lucky but I began noticing thi...gs. I lost my job one day because the owner of the family restaurant died. I knew I’d be able to find another job soon but Michelle decided that we should break up until I did. I don’t know if this was to try to encourage me to hurry up the process or if she was just wanting someone who could buy her stuff and take her places but it sure hurt.. Oh hey… Whats up? Oh you know.. The normal. So I got your text about you being horny… Maybe I can take care of that? Im a little busy, maybe tomorrow? Well what are you up to? Oh you know stuff… Babe I have to go.. Talk to you soon. I hang up quickly, then check the time. 6:15 p.m. Shit shit shit! I say as Jessica slowly pulls out of me. Ive got to get home! I struggle to get up and put my clothes on. Relax babe… Jessica says as she begins putting her clothes on also. Lets just go to your house. The dark contrast of the welts and reinforcements on the foot drove his wild with desire and curiosity.Billy experienced his first dry orgasm a couple of years earlier. He didn't really know what it was or why he felt what he did, but he knew he liked it and he wanted to feel that feeling again and again. It made him shudder and tingle all over amplifying the sensation of the soft silkiness of the nylons he masturbated with. He would find every opportunity to lock himself in the bathroom. Almost.*****With his mouth.And so, it shall be. He reclined on my bed. On his back. Vulnerable. His wrists strapped down, spread far from his body. His ankles, still in those boots I find so irresistible, spread equally, locked down.A tight black t-shirt. Black jeans. A belt -- hanging open a little, the buckle silver.And a tight black velvet blindfold.His eyes protested when I brought it out. But I said, softly, "All you need is your mouth."And he nodded. Swallowed. Closed those innocent.