Inside I could feel the stirring of desire, bound and gagged at his feet, suddenly understanding that his will was supreme to mine and somewhat curiou... as to the upcoming events…it felt damn sexy and I sighed involuntarily. (Mhnmmmm this is kind of hot….I squirmed, wantng.) His grin widened, almost splitting his face. “Yes my pretty, you really want this don’t you,” he murmured. Again I moaned, a shiver running up my twitching boi-pussy through my spine and into the tips of my sensitive,. "You didn't answer your phone and I wanted to check on you," he replied."Come on in," I replied, and he shut the door behind him.He pulled his hands from behind his back, handed me a dozen red roses, and said, "Here. These are for both of you." Where on earth did you find roses in the dead of winter?" I asked.In a credible German accent, he replied, "I haff my vays, heheheheh."I offered him coffee and he took off his coat and sat with me at the table. The smell of him drifted to my nose, and I. That sounded even better. The other guys looked at Chelsea’s fish and whistled at her prize. They were even more appreciative when Mike and Roger told the fishermen that the girls had caught it. Chelsea and Tami basked in the admiration.After dinner, the four of them wandered down to the patio looking over the river and with the rest of the wine from dinner, sat watching the sun set and the birds out chasing the bugs over the river. Occasionally, a fish would jump after one of the bugs. The. She turned her head to the side, thinking that would somehow lessen the force of his presence. His hand shot out against the wall, not even a centimeter from her nose. She jerked her face away and her glistening eyes fell to the only refuge there was. His piercing blue eyes held her. If there was a magical door to his raw emotion, she stepped in and out at her will. Her beautiful body was warm and pliable in his hands. The swell of her breast pressed against him. Her scent, citrus and flowers.