I had done so by sitting, quietly, in my dimly lit bedroom while holding it between my fingers.I had masturbated with it, the first time cumming quick...y, the second time with a little more precision. Desensitizing myself to its ominous essence.It smelled wonderful.I wondered, as I paced around him, if he could still smell my scent on the inside.*I had him sprawled there on concrete ground. We were in a parking garage. He was in the black straitjacket and black hood, and so there were no. I'd had a beard at one point but Abbie had hated it and askedme to shave it off almost immediately. She liked me pretty hairless tobe honest, and she enjoyed regularly waxing my chest. If I was even morehonest, I quite enjoyed it too as it was quite intimate and I liked theway I looked waxed. I had dirty blonde hair that I liked to keep longerthan most men, roughly shoulder length, and loved it when Abbie playedwith my hair and ran her fingers through it during sex. I had brightblue eyes and. I moved to the other side of the window - trying to get a better view as I stood naked in my kitchen, trying to see more of what I knew had to be going on. I felt kind of nasty watching but told myself "what the hell, if they want to put on a show..."Then I realized why the music was so loud. She was all but screaming as he pounded his cock into her, so loud the stereo couldn't quite cover it up. I found myself debating the wisdom of covering the sounds of loud sex with louder music, and I. Hate to miss any of the movie just because you are taking advantage of my naked state" she said with a laugh.When it had finished (Dave had not taken advantage of her during the movie other than some cuddling and fondling which she reciprocated) Jill said "I really enjoyed that. The dancing was terrific. I wish I could move like that. The music was good too." When I was in Melbourne a few years ago for business, I actually went to see a live production of Dirty Dancing. I couldn't believe how.