I noticed he always made an effort to be the one to bag my groceries and take them out to my car. He told me about his new motorcycle, and that he was... going off to college in September. That’s when I started seeing him as a young man and not a kid. I also got the feeling he had a crush on me, with all that attention. I figured that he fantasized about me, lying awake at night, jerking off; dreaming about having sex with me. (I’m getting wet.) That’s why that one crazy July day. She undulates out the door. She calls me the next day. Wants to meet me for dinner. I never heard of the address. Customer assistance tells me how to get there. In the old district of the city. It's down a flight of stairs, unmodernized. Only a small sign by the door. Wood with black letters. It's a dinner and dance place. Lucina is sitting at a table near the front. She's gotten dressed up. I don't know why. I am a woman. I sit with her. The waitress brings a plate of appetizers unordered.. She was still wet from earlier and her clit was hard from my light strokes while I worked don her inner thighs. She didn’t need any coaxing to turn over on to her back again. She knew this was the best part where I would complete her erotic massage.She was spread wide as I began the ‘clock’. Only several strokes and by the 2 o’clock position I could feel her Muscles contracting on my thumb. My cock was stiff once more. Her orgasm wasn’t the big one, but I kept massaging up to the 3 o’clock. CHAPTER TWOOut of a strange haze I awakened, suddenly aware of strange surroundings. Then I remembered last night and Brad lying next to me before I fell asleep. I tried to move, but quickly realized I was still bound - my wrists securely strapped to a thigh, a tight leather cuff around each wrist, attached to another cuff buckled and locked around my thigh. The restraints kept my arms pinned uncomfortably to my sides.The ache in my jaw swiftly reminded me of the horrid ball gag jammed in my.