“You’re not even twenty yet! It’s simply impossible to have too much sex! OK, maybe if it interferes with going to class and doing your homework... but otherwise?”“I think we’re going to have to agree to disagree on that one,” I chuckled. “I’m NOT living like a monk, but I actually agree with Doctor Hart that I could create more problems by running amok.”“Suit yourself. But come visit. See what college is supposed to be like!”“That’s kind of tough given I have classes until 5:00pm on Fridays and. I doubted he'd fallen asleep. An idea had come to me. "Ron, I don't want you to tell me about Laura for a while. Wait until after the new baby. Wait until I'm ready to fuck your brains out."His hand slid up to softly grasp my swollen breast and he pressed his hips to my ass meaningfully. "It's a date, dirty girl."***There is one final coda to this story. Laura came by the house the very next day. I was a little surprised to see her. It would be silly to exaggerate and say she'd been transformed. Too readily, it seemed to me. I decided to add a twist, and proceeded to send a few email messages during the week. “I am a little scared. Do you mind if I set the pace?” “ I understand. You may be totally in charge.” “ I think I’d like to be able to keep you tied up, until I feel safe, is that okay?” I knew that you’d be completely into that; you’d told me many times, that you wanted to be tied up. “OMG! That is so hot,” you responded. So here we are. You're tied to the chair, and I am. I was unrelenting with constant reminders of how hot she looked, buying her increasingly revealing outfits, and telling her how excited I got when other men gawked at her. All that coupled with constant reminders of my fantasies about her doing good looking guys we'd casually meet or see at a store. I eventually thought I'd worn her down enough to take her to a nearby sex shop. The premise was to take a look at the different toys that might spice up our bedroom. I didn't tell her the real.