I suppose she heard the key in the lock. XXX “Please, let me get you another.” And then she looked at my hand, frantically holding the steaming hot fabric away from my groin. Denise would be waiting for me when I returned home from work, kneeling just inside the front door, with her knees apart as she had been trained to do, wrists locked together, in manacles, behind her back and her rhinestone or steel choker on. My cock hardened in its wet haven. It can be anything that wouldn’t be used in the context of sex so a word like “apricot” is good. Instead, after perhaps an hour, I gently extricated myself from her clutches and quietly searched for my clothes, aware of the smell of her sex and my
