What could I do when to my horror I heard him breathing heavily, then placing his fingers on the small of my back that was uncovered because my shirt ...had ridden up he prevented me from rising. He pressed his hand on me making me bend even lower — I knew he would be almost probably able to see my underwear, then he made me have a conversation with him, as though nothing was amiss! When he finely let me up I turned but he was standing very close to me, smirking, showing his teeth, I could hear. Still, such nights were few and far between for Dan. He just didn’t go looking for it. Just let it find him once and a while. And then there was Jake. I opened the door to see his familiar pale face. He and Dan were so different. Where Dan was almost six foot four, Jake was only five ten which still towered over me at a petite five feet. David was athletic and Jake was scrawny and skinny. And Jake’s eyes were dark. So very dark. I’d lose myself in them wondering what was looking back at me.. I waited. Swish... the leather tongue on the tip of the crop struck the shaft. Swish, the return stroke caught the underside of the shaft making my cock swing like a pendulum. The sensation alternated somewhere between pain and ecstasy and I wondered how painful it would be if she struck me with the crop shaft itself. Swish... the leather tongue caught the helmet and she swung it back, catching the underside of the helmet on the return swipe and this time I cried out at the sharp sting and. (No, no true digital cameras for consumers in the late nineties k**dos)"Slick, was that a camera?" Yes tig, you look so precious I needed to take a picture" What? No. Stop, no pictures, oh my god No!" Relax, they're polaroid. No one is going to see them but me and you"He took off my blindfold and showed me the picture of myself spread out, naked against the ice blue bed sheets. I looked sexy. I smiled at him. "How much film do you have?"I bought a box. I wanted something to take back home and.