Turns out while it wasn’t her man, or any other either, but he had dared her to call whomever it was that tied her down and she wasn’t allowed to... cum without permission. Our conversation was just starting to heat up from there, and my free hand had found it’s way into my pants, when the doorbell jarred me out of the moment.It was my Fredrick’s of Hollywood order, which would have made things a lot sexier if the deliver man had been at all cute. Now the spell was broken for me, even if Dawn was. A week later on Saturday, I struck up a conversation with Tristan as we both tended our gardens. Presumptuously, I asked when Debbie would be back from holiday. I was then told that she had packed her bags and moved out. When I asked if he was okay, he replied that he was doing fine, before adding that the bust-up had been a long time coming.“Well, if you need to unload, I’m a good listener,” I retorted, in a neighbourly fashion.“Does that mean you’re inviting me to dinner?” Tristan. Whenever he was excited about something, she could read it in his eyes; the way they shone with excitement, the way they narrowed and the corners crinkled into soft little webs of mellowed creases, and one side of his mouth gently curved upwards as he thought happy thoughts in his head. Hand on arse. In public. Okay, so nobody was around to have seen it, but it was really quite unlike him. He wants sex, she thought. Mr. Predictable-Cartoon-Sock-Man Wants Sex. Outside. They stood staring at. Go to the bar get us some drinks and think this over and give her an answer when I return. She tells me that if I decide to cum I must be prepared to play with her until she wants to end. She tells me she wills dominant me and I will love it. Off to the bar for drinks I go.I look over. She is tall, blond, with short sassy hair, long legs, hot shoes and red toes and a small black dress, a wonderful site to behold. I return with drinks.So seeing that I have chosen to join her she reaches into her.