I never turn heads. I am just an average person. I blend into a crowd of two and am instantly invisible to most people. Throughout my life, the few ti...mes I have ever received much attention, it was in jest, from someone who had been dared to tease me. Stepping back from me, the teddy bear still clutched to her chest, she cocked her head to her left, her demeanor that of a person trying to make a decision. I was still quite aroused, both by her inexplicable attention and by her. Her appearance. I laughed nervously, because lucky isn’t how I would describe how I felt about my one-bedroom apartment in Vanier. Sure, it’s got its own bathroom, a kitchenette and a tiny living room but I keep bumping into stuff because the place is really small. And at six-foot-one and 240 pounds, I’m kind of a big guy. Amanda appeared to share my frustration when I told her how tough it was finding proper Caribbean food in Ottawa. There were only two Haitian restaurants in town. Amanda rolled her eyes and. I whisper to him again that tonight is hisnight, he sets the pace and he makes the rules. Thetruth is, he is the only thing in the world thatmatters. Not just tonight, but always.I saw his eyes soften again. The fear and worry gone,he?s confident and sure again. Standing up, he sweepsme into his arms. I find myself caught up in waveafter wave of warm sensations at the feeling of beingcaught up in his strong arms. He smells of incenseand paint and sweat and palatable lust. He carries methrough. "Yes yet!" I say with venom as my pussy finally makes contact with his cock."Tom!" I say indignantly as he moves his hips away from me.He nips my nipple with his teeth before looking up at me with innocent eyes.I gasp as a mixture of pleasure and pain shoot through me. I push him off me onto his back and before he can move I raise his arms to the headboard and snap a pair of handcuffs round his wrists saying softly"you want to play do you? Is that it Tom? Well lets see if you like your own.