She stared as she took in his brown bedroom dreamy eyes and noted a devilish twinkle there. Then she remembered her state of undress and quickly clutc...ed at her shirt. “Don’t do that on my account.” He said in a deep timbered voice. He smiled at her then and she felt her sex go def-con 4. His smile was amazing, she simply gawked. The man appraised her appreciatively, and obviously. He let his eyes linger on her beautifully exposed cleavage noting the lace of her bra peeking out. Her bosom was. She seemed to enjoy my company. I was elated.Taking her home on the second date turned into a momentous occasion. She invited me into her small apartment and offered me a drink. We weren’t half way through it when she looked at me with her intense gaze and asked if I would like to “join” with her.I guess I looked puzzled, so she explained, “If people with a deep relationship do it, it’s called ‘making love’. If people do it only for themselves, it’s called ‘fucking’. If we are in between that,. I sat rooted for a moment, I was being both excited for Åsa, amongst those men and the sense of sex was suddenly in the accendency, making me giddy and turning up the heat in my expectation of the events unfolding.'Are you going over' he said, his cock now out, firming up to the exposure of my eyes. His voice was thick and his backside was raised as he was thrusting it to its full extent. 'You like it babe?' 'Sure why not,' I replied and I opened my door and eased myself out of the car. I. The last of the Nixon men got up, but instead of being replaced by a friend, he rammed a vibrator into my aching hole and taped it into place. Before leaving me there, alone in the darkness, the same large man that held me so tightly attached a red leather dog collar around my neck, then fastened it to the bed post with a leash. He unplugged the phone from the wall, took an envelope from his coat pocket, and placed it on my cum-encrusted chest. The envelope simply read ‘Claire’ in big.