Der Schwanz meines emsigen Leckers stand hoch in Richtung zum Nabel, so dass sein praller Sack offen und gut zug?nglich auf seinem Damm lag. Die Zunge...schabte und bohrte, aber die Luftnot und mein Gewicht machten Bertram sp?rbar zu schaffen. Ich nickte Gudrun zu, sie holte aus und lie? die Fliegenpatsche noch recht vorsichtig auf den Sack klatschen. Mein Sklave zuckte auf und keuchte h?rbar. Zu Gudruns Erstaunen (nicht jedoch zu meinem, denn ich kenne Bertrams masochistische Natur) verdickte. Date 2 I still held back, he even handcuffed himself and I still just didn't feel comfortable.Well I decided on Date 3 I was wheather going full in or breaking it off, He worked for his dad who was filthy rich and homophobic. The Idea of driving his dad nuts was tempting but the thought of getting him disinherited and probably getting both of us killed took the humor out of that. The 3rd date started out with a secret package he brought and his statement that he didn't want to mess up my. My eyes begin to adjust to the light. I’m in a pink room and there’s nothing in it. I also notice I’m naked. I look at the woman. She is gorgeous. Brunette with green eyes. She is wearing a turtle neck and a pencil skirt. She is wearing stilettos as well.“You don’t look like a k**napper.” I tell her.“We didn’t k**nap you sweetie, we just took you from your boring life.”“Well can you let me go and let me go back to my life?” I plead.“No.” she says with eyes cold.“Then what the fuck are you. Not having to worry about relationships or statuses. Just enjoying each other's company. Then my mind wanders back even further to all the years we’ve just been friends. I smile at him. “I do,” I say with conviction, and his answering smile is dazzling. “Then pack a suitcase,” he says, and waits for my reaction. It was a little delayed. “...I’m sorry, a suitcase?” He nods at my surprise, seeming less hesitant after the declaration of my trust for him. I pause for a moment checking if he’s.