”“Really?” “I know she likes me but a crush?” Ellen just nodded and smiled. “Her Dad never showed her much affection or paid much attent...ion to her unless he wanted her to do something for him.” “He was more interested in being out with “the guys”…or so he claimed.” “She loves attention from men….but then…so does her mother.”I swallowed hard. Was Ellen flirting with me? Nahhhh….but then…..“Well, he was twice a fool then to neglect and mistreat a gorgeous woman like you and not love and. That was the end of my beginning, the end of wanting, right in front and on my left, my hung african fellow, my first lover.two more dates, and so it was, and we came to our third date where our minds set upon this goal, this virginity. He was 24 or so he stated, but his age wasn't what I wanted to know.I said "take me home, ben"led around my own neighborhood as If i wouldn't know the way. Looking back upon my naïvety I smile still as my lips parted he said "hunmft" and click he opened his. The three of them move away and your hands are unbound. “Take her to the restroom and dress her in the leather outfit,” the man orders. “Then bring her to the next phase.” You are led through the crowded restaurant, still blindfolded. You can feel everyone’s eyes on you as you walk topless through the room. You blush because you feel a little uncomfortable, then you remember the catwalk experience and the applause and you start to strut, your head up, walking with pride. You can feel an orgasm. It was my best friend, Grant. "Hi honey!" I greeted him. "How are you?" I'm horny as hell" Was his reply, usually a standard for him. Recently he had moved into his own place and often would respond that way. I giggled softly. "Poor baby!" Yea, so I was thinking, maybe if you're not busy you'd like to come over for the day." Grant suggested. I knew I should have declined given his state of mind, but something compelled me to agree. I got up to his place and he greeted me at the door with a.