Her back on the bed, him leaning over.His hand, strokes over her sex, she presses it into his hand, he rests on a arm looking into her eyes, she loves...those eyes. He stares into her eyes. Funny he thought as he was completely lost in their mezmerising dark but somehow sparkeling deep brown. I always thought I didn't like brown eyes, he thought. How wrong he was.He watched them with delight, as a soft moan came, the gentle arcing of the back, and the eyes squinting ever so little, as his middle. It was padded and wrapped inleather. In the middle a threaded bolt stuck out aboutan inch. The sub could only imagine what kind ofattachments Mistress had to put on the bolt. There wasalso a large chest of drawers as well as a trunk; thesub knew they would be filled with various implementsof discipline.Next to the platform where the large metal kennel usedto sit, was a slightly larger cage made of wrought ironand painted black. Inside the cage was a large blackpillow that had the name sue. He has no idea how he's affecting me. What a precious c***d he is!Her hazel eyes attached themselves to the prominent bulge in the crotch of his skin-tight swim suit, and she had to make a fist to keep her hand from reaching out for it. She glanced furtively around the beach and saw that no one in the area was paying them any attention. Should she dare? No, she didn't, but she knew she was going to anyway. Her conscience was outraged by what she was thinking. It screamed at her, demanding she. Mark stepped out. He was tall. Short blonde hair and was in good shape. He knocked on the door. I opened it and invited him in. We shook hands. I offered him something to drink and got him a beer. We sat and talked for about an hour as if we knew each other for years. He made me feel very comfortable. He made a joke which was funny and we both laughed and that's when he put his hand on my upper thigh. There was an awkward silence as I felt my 7.5 inches starting to swell. Marks hand was only.