” Then heat and wet and ‘Mmmmmm’.I was loaded. Really loaded. “Lena ... too much. I’m...”“Mmmmmmm” and her head nodded. She said somet...hing, muffled because her lips stayed closed around my shaft.“NNnnghghhh!” and I exploded. Her tongue kept time with my spurts, pulling me along with her gentle suction until I – my entire existence – was contained in a stream of fire.I thought she’d quit. She didn’t quit. Kept sucking. Part of me wanted her to stop, to let me just enjoy. The other part wanted to. She'd already agreed not to fix me up with blind dates so I was sure that this was more than she was letting on.'Right, now that I've agreed, when, why and what does she look like?''I'll give you her number for the when and where. The why and looks will wait until you meet her.''It would be helpful to know what she looks like if I'm to meet her in town, or am I to pick her up somewhere?''In town I'd guess. And you are such a lanky sod that she'll be able to spot you straight away.''I get it. Other times fantasy will take over and I will take a mental ride on the glory of riding him while he was cuffed to the bed and unable to protest.There may only be so far I am prepared to go. The other week I found a smaller sex toy and held it up against my existing one, pretending to debate where it would go. But you know where I put it, right? As I feel the lube between my arse cheeks I always tell myself that I should be above this, but once I have hit the buttons I tremble with the kind of. "Step, if it pleases you." These were her first words since the welcome. I stepped out of my trousers. She kissed up each thigh from the knee before picking up the trousers and hanging them on the clothes rack "Would you like to sit there?" I took the indicated chair by the bed. She backed out to the area by the door ( which was much more brightly lit). She began to unbutton her blouse. It was old-fashioned with many small buttons down the front. Soft music arose, coming from several concealed.