I detach left ankle and wrist first, re-tying the wrist to the other side with a slip-knot so a simple tug on the loose end will release it. The ankle... I leave loose temporarily. I do the same with the right hand side, running my hands over well-toned shoulders and shapely, freckled buttocks as they come into view. Her skin is beautifully smooth and I can’t resist running my hands all the way down her legs, over the curves of muscle in hamstrings and calves and back up. As my hands pass her. "Thanks again Neil, I look forward to seeing you on Friday!" and hung up my phone.The little flirting with Neil had not dampened my ardor in any shape or form. My hand slipped into the warm water and as my finger slid in the groove of my shaved slit. A few gentle strokes were all that it took to unhood my clitoris. My French manicured nail gently scratched the fleshy button as my arousal reached fever pitch. My fantasy mind alternated between Brian stoking my clit and Neil fucking my pussy. I. .you tug at the waist band and my skirt drops to the floor .i smile and step out of it as i remove my shirt and bra which had been pushed uop so you could play with my tits.i stand before you naked but for a small pair of lacy pink knickers .you tell me to turn round, you have a lovely bum ,I will take delight in spanking that when your a naughty girl ,you put my hand in your knickers and gently massage the cheeks tweaking my tight bum hole as you do so you then turn me round and look down you. What time?" Be here by nine." See you then."Before going any further, perhaps I should introduce myself.My name is Samuel Oliver Latimer and up until a year and a half ago my initials doubled as my lot in life (you know, SOL, Shit Outta Luck). I was the type of person success actively eluded. No matter how hard I worked something always happened to screw things up. Hell... I couldn't even get a date the entire time I was in high school.I wasn't ugly; I was just perpetually humiliated - by.