“Hell yes!” I said.She stared at my cock for a few minutes, examining it in detail. “Can I touch it?”, she asked. “Yeah. Just not too tight�...�, I said. She took her fingers and started to run them down my cock from the tip of my head to the base of my shaft. It was a light touch, and I didn’t think that my dick could get any harder, but it did. I felt like my main vein was going to pop from so much blood pumping though it. “It’s so hard”, Jessica said. Are those your balls?” she asked, referring. He looked deeply into her eyes and saw the apprehension, which dwelt just beneath the surface. He drew back from her and allowed his eyes to run appraisingly over her naked form. After the months he spent training her body, he knew all of her quirks quite well. He frowned as he read the signs of tension in the tight set of her shoulder muscles and in the rigid line of her jaw. Her posture so rigid, she seemed almost to thrum like a knocked arrow on a drawn bowstring. He leapt from the bed and. She took her shoes off and curled herlegs underneath her, and said, "Sit back, take your coat off andrelax." OK," Brad said rather shyly. He stood up, took his coat off, loosenedhis tie and put both of them neatly over the arm chair, before undoinghis top button and sitting back down. As Heather watched Brad take hiscoat off her already high sexual intents were heightened further. Shewas sexually aggressive by nature, and Brad's hesitation was increasingher desires.It was Heather who first. She must tell her own story. I stayed walking around the space encountering sensual naked strangers. We touched. We remained immensely respectful of each other. It was erotically charged, but completely safe and well "held" by the organisers. I found myself, three times, holding a beautiful woman in my arms, naked and gentle moving against me, as she felt the space, felt the touch of others or the sounds of the dark room. Without any words spoken she guided me to hold her where she would gain.