He then tried to hold her hand behind her back a little.She laughed a bit naughty.So he continued to hold her hand behind her back while stroking herp...ussy and kissing with her.Do you like that he said.And she said yes I do.Shall I get something special he said.What do you have in mind she said.Well... I just wanne tei you up.That's fine by me go ahead she said.Okay great he said.But you have to do something for me when I go and get the rope.What do you want me to do she said.Undres yourself. He was taking me to task for not writing anything recently. ‘Oh! That’s easy to explain,’ I said. ‘New job, a partner who knows about and doesn’t like my ‘hobby’… oh, and a lack of new plots.’ ‘Jeez!’ he said, ‘You’ll have me in tears next.’ Then he followed it up by saying, ‘Go on, what about that truism we were talking about a minute ago?’ ‘Which one?’ I countered. ‘Oh, Gawd,’ he said, ‘you really do have a bad memory! The one where you told me that these days you’ve given up fancying the. Now in my early 20s, I casually went in pursuit of the elixir that gave a high like no other. From 25 onwards, I've been a leather collector. This store in particular has been the quiet mistress of my affairs. No item is off the table when there's no one but you & the cashier who always takes your money, no matter what the item is. I bought a pair of leather pants & then another, another & some. I bought jackets I still own which have held up well. I had a leather dress too that got so tight. ." Whatever, just take it out and suck it." Snapped Steve.What little was left of Andy's pride and dignity was shattered as hishand tried to pull the zipper down. It would not come and he was forcedto use his other hand, pressed close to the hardness beneath the pantsfor stability to get the zipper to move.The sound of the zipper coming down was loud in the quiet kitchen,masked occasionally by the sound of the camera. Click, whir. With thefront of Steve's pants now fully open before him, Andy.