A minute later I felt her fastening the velcro straps around my thighs. At first, I felt a twinge of panic, being strapped down with my ass and pussy ...xposed and open. But I calmed myself knowing that I had the panic button I could press if I needed to.I picked up the squeeze bottle and looked at the gel again. I squeezed a little out on my finger and tried it. It looked like pink gel toothpaste – it had the same semi-transparent look to it.The gel was cold, but warmed up as I rubbed it on my. His hand fell away and his breath was short. ‘My son.’ He whispered. ‘Give me my son.’ His eyes emptied their desire at her. Her hands did not doubt. She opened his trousers and freed him. His manhood was dark and struggling for strength. Passion wrestled blood away from his wounds. She kissed his dry lips and held him. She must not delay. She did not hesitate. She rose to a crouch and lifted robe to waist. Her hands swiftly removed her undergarment and she stepped across his loins. There was. His sweaty, hazy-eyed and open-mouthed face glowed with post-orgasmic red, and I felt my own burst into one of shame. My new self-confidence had led me to my destruction. Goddamn fucking Kristiina. “Oh hell. I am sorry. I only meant to tease. You should have said...”“I would have said if I'd wanted you to stop,” Jukka cut me off.A spontaneous smile took over my face, even though my head was left half full of fear. “So, it didn't bother you?”“That I had an orgasm?” Jukka grinned. “Not at all,. Before he could speak again, he looked her up and down. Her make up was very sexily done with full pouting lips and those eyes. He darted his eyes across hers again, so soft and welcoming, like a baby. Her dress he recognised from one of the pictures she had sent him, an off-the-shoulder maroon affair, which finished just above her knees. Black sheer stockings (well, presumably stockings, he could hardly check there and then) and a fabulous pair of high heels, exactly what he would have chosen.