Placing your hands above your head I tell you to keep them there or I will have to restrain you with some handcuffs. Surprisingly you comply with my o...ders and grip the edge of the sofa for some support and to channel your frustration. Running my hand down your trousers I begin to massage your clit between my fingers and pushing the tip of my middle finger inside your tight, wet pussy very patiently and slowly, because I love to see you frustrated and in begging mode. Opening your top I begin. ? ?What?? ?Isaid?take those damn things off!? ?What??? As she removes the headphones. ?Isaid, take those damn things off! It is really annoying that you use your iPodwhen you are walking around the house. Just turn on the stereo.? ?Whatever.? Iglare at her. ?Um,sorry.? ?Youcame home late last night.? ?Iwas out with Monique.? ?Iwant you home early this evening.? ?Ihave plans.?? Between bites of toast andslips of juice. ?Cancel?em. You have been out late too much lately. You need to concentrate. ” I replied sincerely. “I’m going to miss it.”“I have a present for you in my bag. A little surprise for you. A parting gift. I will leave it for you on the chair. I hope you find happiness with your young friend in there. Good luck Ben. Good luck for the future.”I thanked him gushingly. This wasn’t a relationship of lovers. It had been more an exploration of aesthetic beauty than pure lust. I loved Philippe’s penis because it was a beautiful example of a well hung cock. That gave it real. Only when we were sitting in the car did I use the phone to call Spook. It wasn't a familiar phone to him, and it was strange to hear my own voice answering "yes?" It's me," I said. "It worked; we're all right, Spike." The last was a code word to let him know I wasn't talking under duress; I'd have called him "Spook," as usual, if it had been otherwise."I am very pleased," he said, now in his own simulated voice. "It has been forty-seven minutes from the time I initiated the power surge, and I.