’ He sounded too gleeful about that. I wanted to strangle him. He touched the bite mark on his neck. ‘With teeth.’ ‘I don’t like being tied ...up and I don’t like being called a little girl.’ Was I whining? I wanted to sound gruff and mean. ‘Sir.’ ‘You’re little. You’re a girl,’ he pointed out. ‘Don’t call me a little girl, sir,’ I growled, doing a fair imitation of his tone and poking him in the chest with my finger. ‘And don’t tie me up again, sir.’ He grinned down at me, obviously pleased.. .." The man stammered in his astonishment.The woman before him flashed him a look of smug satisfaction."A true magician never tells their secrets. It ruins the magic. Now, let me see if I can find where that troublesome piece of obsidian went." She patted her pockets and muttered, "No, not there."She looked about on the floor. "No, not there either."She rolled her head in a comical gesture and stared expectantly up at the ceiling. After a moment of silence, she lifted her shoulders in a shrug. I knew instantly, that this was a move on my part that was going to change the evening into one that I was perhaps, unsure of. We walked the short distance to my house laughing along the way. When we arrived I got us some beers and we sat around listening to music and smoking some ciggies. The conversation was about the fact that theses guys were in relationships that had turned stale sexually. My input was that they obviously picked the wrong women! I don’t know how it happened exactly. A whooper or a cheer when I took my shirt of, "show up your tits" as I undid the back of my bra, but Andre, he just sat there watching me. Still, calm, confident. Every time I looked at him, I swear, I felt it in my stomach and all the way down into my pussy. When I was down to my panties, still holding my bra on but with it unbuckled, I looked at him. "Hard yet?" I asked. "Why don't you find out?"I tried to play it off, backed against him lap, rubbing my ass against him. He liked it, leaning.