"What?!" I ask,"NOW?" Yeah, you know my place is empty right?" she says."Yeah but--" I started and was cut off by her."Take me home, pretty boy," she ...said with a wink.We were off but we had to take separate cars so if someone did come back I could get out of there. We go into her house which is actually very nice but she wants me to see the master bed room ceiling. I jump on the bed having removed all our clothes by this point. I try to kiss her but she puts a finger to my lip. She pushes on my. "I sighed heavily from the stirring effect her words brought to me. Listening to her talk when lost in the moment would always send shivers through me, making me want to drive over the edge with abandon.Her hand replaced mine against her breast as my hands slid to the flare of her hips. I looked to where we were joined, watching my cock sliding in and out of her repeatedly with quick, even thrusts, pausing only when I crashed against her flesh. She lifted herself to meet each stroke and each. The orgasm rocked me. A woman was whisperingin my ear."No one is going to hurt you but you're not allowed to speak. I'm goingto take the gag out but if you attempt a single word you'll be gaggedagain. No one here will explain to you where you are or why you're here,you'll just have to accept that you won't be hurt and go along. Do Ihave your word you won't speak? Nod your head."I thought about it for a while. If I couldn't ask where I was or why,there was no reason to speak. I rubbed my tummy. I don’t normally wear finger jewelry but was sure to erase any sign of my watch. I did less with makeup on the palms—just relaxed them. The first inclination when a person holds out her hand is to stretch the fingers out straight. Nothing says young more quickly than that. When I show the back of my hand, I keep it relaxed so the fingers are slightly curved inward. Relaxed fingers allow the puffiness of the skin to enhance the depth of the natural wrinkles.After I added suitable clothing—a.