Well it had been over 7 months since I had fucked anything in trousers or out of them for that matter.Actually that was a lie I had on numerous occasi...ons fucked my battery bob as my net friend would call it. He was my cyber lover and could make me cum as though he was there. He even made me feel him there. He called me his Cyber HoneyI had never known another man like him whether it was the way he used my imagination or because he would take me into situations I would never have thought of,. Possessing her.God, I could leave her on this knife-edge all night long, mindless pleasure flitting over those pretty features, her eyes dying to focus on me, aching to surrender herself to the moment. It's the trust. Knowing that she lets me take her there that undoes me each time. The sheer joy and abandon that she allows me to share right before I slip inside her swollen twitching walls and claim her completely.Soon I shall take her.But not right now. Right now I have another prize to. ‘Bill was away, on business he’d said, Moira didn’t believe him, felt sure he was seeing another woman, I don’t remember why she was convinced of that, but she was. We arranged to meet for dinner, in the restaurant we had lunch at. We were there for ages, I think we were about the last to leave. We were both pretty emotional – and by then we’d both drunk a bit too much. As I sometimes did, I was sleeping here that night, driving back home in the morning and when we got back we had a night-cap. Sir came up to me, cock dripping, and stood in front of me, but I didn’t move until he pulled me up by my hands and stood me up full height. He snapped some cuffs on me, and over a pole, so I was stretched as tall as I could, barely touching the floor. I kept my eyes lowered, and made no noise. The fireplug was pissed that I was distracting his top, so he slapped me on my pecs first, then my ass, and thighs. It stung and I could tell it was leaving a mark. Sir, pushed him to the sub position.