He smiled broardly and i thought then i had a chance the weather as i said was cold and snowy so i asked him if he facied comming back to mine for a ...drink to which he soon said sure ,,we didnt even finish our beers and went to my car for the short drive home, in the car he told me he was straight but liked a bit of cock fun with guys ,Soon as we enterered my flat he said he wanted me to use him as i wished and that he was willing to do anything i wanted. We got a glass of wine and then we. I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and bent over, panting. I put in a good solid effort, we were walking home. My head was still between my knees when I heard him. “Sydney?” I thought I recognized the voice, but I couldn’t be sure. I looked up, through squinty eyes, I remembered his face from the coffee shop a few weeks ago, but couldn’t recall his name. “Hi” I smiled. The truth is I did feel sort of bad for how I had treated him that day. Not to mention, I was embarrassed by my clear. He loosenedthe rope enough so that Denise could fall to her knees, but he kept her wristsrestrained above her head and cinched the rope tight again. Then he lookedat Denise. Her bra, panties, and stockings had several cuts and tears in themfrom where the whip had made contact. All of her uncovered skin was a brightred save her face. Jake smiled and removed her ball gag. "Denise, are you a slut?" Jake asked. "Yes," Denise weakly responded between sobs. "Say, 'I am a slut,' Denise," Jake said. "I. I like the idea of grandpa making me get all hot and crazy, but June is always all over him, all the time. She scares the crap out of me. I’m thinking Tim and I will just have to figure it out together, if he feels the same as I do. You know we aren’t going to see each other like probably ever after this trip, so maybe he wouldn’t want me to be his first because I might not mean enough to him. If I think about it more, maybe I want to wait for someone it’s really going to mean something special.