I can see why women have such long restroom lines. It just takes more time to drop your pants and underwear to pee. Guys have it easy.Later that week,...when I arrived home, I noticed that Kathy was dressed to go out. She was looking especially sexy with her grandmother's diamond ear rings and the ebony neckless, her 6 inch stiletto heels, her black mid-thigh silk mini-dress, which showed off her cleavage. The dress just flowed around her figure like a water around a rock as it highlighted her. " It was a long shot, but he hoped a little bit of empathy would get him off the hook."Pretty pissed? Bingo, if I didn't have much better plan in mind, I'd throttle you!"He continued his strategy, "Yeah. I know how you must feel. I'm sorry. I won't try anything like this again. I promise."She stopped instantly, leaving only one step ahead of her before they both reached the top. "As a warning, I'm giving you a blast of the box." Unable to stop her, he could only watch as she flicked the switch. The entire time still pulling on my sack. She was loving every bit of control she had over me. I was loving her control over me more than she could ever know.She stepped away and watched my throbbing and twitching cock get wetter and wetter. She knew I loved looking at her body and she was giving me a show. Her nipples were hard and she began to pull and pinch them. The riding crop was hanging from one wrist and would gently tap her mound with her movements.I had to close my eyes while. The picture that it created was that of a virtual winter wonderland.I pulled into the parking area and we began to unload our equipment. I put most of the supplies on my sled. I put a few of the items on Dawn's sled. I thought it would be a good idea to split up some of our gear and also allow her the experience of pulling a sled while she skied. We both changed into our ski clothing. It was a beautiful day and I figured we would be working up a sweat, so we dressed rather light. Our under.