I was surprised by how cool it felt, skin to skin. His scrotum was very soft and perfectly smooth as I gently wiggled the cute little eggs inside.Awkw...ardly, he reached underneath the hem of my own little T-shirt and rubbed his palm against my tummy. When I made no objection, he gently slipped in inside my stretchy shorts and panties, running his fingers down as far as my puffy mons. There, just above the top of my slit, he encountered the scant patch of downy little hairs that I’d recently. "Well, I'll let everyone know your virtues," she said. "The yard-work related ones, anyway." She smiled and laughed, and I stood there, not a foot away from her, unable to touch her. It was kind of horrible, and stressed me out."I should go, Mrs. Cooke," I said."See you tomorrow, Brian," she said."Tomorrow!" I said, and headed home.Dad got up early and started the coals so they would be ready by the time people were arriving. There were some fireworks downtown, so we planned our cookout for. I want you to meet up with a boat off Waterford to transfer the passenger. It’ll be during the night, so none of the other passengers should be disturbed.”“I’m sure Captain Johnson will be able to do that,” said Jake.“Ah, now,” Mr Hatherley began. “Captain Johnson is a fine seaman, and I have no doubts whatsoever about his loyalty to Her Majesty, but I would feel happier if you went along yourself to make sure that everything went well. It’s the personal relationship, you understand, I’m. Although he’d had a couple women who shared her kink, and found decent masters for them. But blindfolds came out to play more often. And restraints. And the drawers of dildos, vibrators and harnesses for strap ons got the most use. Of course she didn’t see those. The bed was enough.“It’s our playroom,” he told her. “It’s also padded, hence the padded cell.” He closed the door.She chuckled darkly. “You waited until I’m not interested,” she muttered.“Still not interested,” he told her. “Here you.