She was alternately sympathetic and amused. "I, too, can give you those pleasures," she whispered in a husky voice. "Let me show you."She kissed me, t...hen led me by the hand into the bedroom. I let her undress me, and she bent me over the bed, that same bed where I had taken her so many times, bent over in the same exact position. She caressed my ass cheeks in precisely the same fashion as I had hers. (It occurred to me that this might be deliberate.)"Casi, your very masculine bottom pleases and. Catherine told him to turn around and face away from her and he did. Then she reached in the box and pulled out the cheap fuzzy handcuffs."Put your hands behind your back," she commanded, and he did. She promptly put the cuffs on and he gasped as she did. "Don't worry, they're just plastic and you could break them if you wanted to, but don't you dare. Now turn back around."Eric turned around and faced Catherine who had pulled her sports top off just as he began to turn. He now came face to face. From womb down to pussy lips her whole internal passage was pulsing with need. A slow-burning ember was threatening to burst into flame.Then, Grant’s fingers moved swiftly up her inner thigh, to search into her wet pinkness. As Sienna jerked and gasped with the thrill of it, Grant murmured, “Oh, oh, we don’t want to keep this waiting too long.” For a brief ecstatic moment one finger probed at her wet entry, and he added, “I’m rather keen to go further up there myself.”Sienna was in some kind of. Now, I’m not one to hand out advice without it being requested, but on this occasion, I thought it best to point out that he might be missing out on a trick here and that, actually, might pass his own rite-of-passage; I get the feeling that he’s none too experienced in this area. He’s not a London boy and was brought up in a semi-rural community thus the move for him has been pretty daunting. What I didn’t tell him was the story of my own transition between boy and manhood; hardly appropriate.