“Mmmm, that is sensitive and we haven’t even started yet” she teased. “Lets see just how much you can cope with shall we?”With that, she rea...ched down to the side of the bed, placing my wrists into the pair of velcro cuffs, fastening each one tightly. She then placed a blindfold over my eyes. I felt helpless in the complete darkness as her warm body cuddled up very closely to my side.“Just relax” she whispered into my ear. “We’re going to be here for some time”.Then it began. I thought I could. “You want me to fuck you now don’t you?”You hear and incoherent moan. You pull your fingers from me and reach up to squeeze my tit. I turn my head to look at you. “I’m sorry I didn’t quite get that.”“YES!” I growl at you. I feel you pinch my nipple hard, telling me I didn’t answer you completely.“Yes I want you to fuck me; I want your cock inside me!”Pleased with my answer you come up to straddle my chest. The tip of your hard cock rests against my lips. I open them and touch my tongue to your. "Sweet Malisa, angel of my lifetime, answer to all answers I can find.Could this be the magic at last?" She had never paid attention to Barry Manilow before. Those lyricswere cool. Maybe, she thought, there is room in this world for P-Funk andBarry Manilow to both be cool. She was intrigued. Maybe she was to quickto condemn "white bread" music. Not all white music could be as bad as"Seasons In The Sun" or "Billy Don't Be A Hero". Then she remembered there was this guy Mike who was into. He laid it all out for her and she just listened.When he was done explaining his position, he apologized for not calling her. He did say he would call and he didn't. That was wrong and he was sorry it happened. He had learned a lesson.Bob was so nice and so sincere in his apology that the anger in Joyce diminished. What he said was logical and made sense. She could see why he did what he did. She didn't like it at the time but now she understood why. "Men," she thought, "They are so.