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Then we took her next door where "the booth" was set up. Basically the booth was an enclosed stage with two sets of "stocks" sitting on a padded platform.. One stock was a regular form of stocks, which held her head and hands. The other fit more or less over the waist. Both were only about 3 feet off the platform so that she had to kneel on the padded floor of the video area to be placed in them. We stripped her naked and put her in the stocks. The result was that she was bent over and immobile in a more or less perfect fucking position for either hole.Next to the booth was a DVD playing on a large screen TV. In the DVD, thanks to my geek friend, was a video in which she was standing next to the stocks pleading with anyone who came through the door. "Please don't let me back out of this. As soon as I finish a few more drinks, my friend Evelyn is going to lock me in the mating stocks. I will have a small gag in my mouth, but that isn't to keep me quiet. I totally,. She knew about my foot fetish and I couldn't wait to see her when she walked of the plane with her long hair, hourglass figure and those feet! I can't remember anything else about what she wore, but the shoes and exact color of her polish are etched in my memory banks. She had promised me unlimited access to them in our emails and phone calls, and as we waited for her luggage I couldn't get the image of those toes and heels dripping with my jizz out of my mind; I found myself absentmindedly tickling the head of my engorged cock in my pants. She caught me and said "There'll be plenty of time for that later'. In retrospect, knowing what a cum slut she is she probably didn't want to waste the precum that was already flowing. We got her luggage and headed to my place.I had promised her a backrub upon arrival, and after we unloaded her things I started that process. We hadn't even kissed yet, and I was straddling her butt rubbing her shoulders with oil. I worked my way down her body,.
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The sensations that had filled my body before were stronger then ever when he kissed me back. His lips were soft and moist as he let his tongue slip into my mouth. We were now embraced in a warm passionate kiss as our arms wrapped around one another embracing each other tighter then before. And then, as if he had finally realized he was doing something wrong, lucky stopped kissing me. He pulled his lips away from mine and we looked deep into each other’s eyes. “I think I’m starting to feel something for you.” he said quietly. “Something that only lovers should feel toward each other.” he continued.“I feel the same way.” I said.“What does this mean?” he said. I laid there thinking about the words that had just come out of his mouth. “I think…” I stopped to think about what I was about to say. “I think it means we’re in love.” I said.“That’s what I thought it meant.” he said. Then as if we were thinking the same thoughts we once again embraced one another in a long passionate kiss. We.

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