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so that I wouldn't be embarrassed by him watching me. Funny
how the mind works sometimes.
He kissed me again. He's a great kisser. The average guy seems to
have a theory that putting his tongue down your throat proves he's a
passionate lover. Not that I have anything against tongues, it's just
that they don't automatically impress me. J does, though. Impress me,
I mean.
"I guess you passed the test," he said. I don't know what test,
but I suspect he wanted to know if I trusted him, and he wanted me to
know I could trust him. At least I haven't been afraid since; if he
were going to do something perverted to me he would have done it then,
I figured.
Anyway, he cut me free of the chair. I was still pretty hot.
Relieved and aroused. Excitement, apprehension and foreplay are a
deadly combination. I will admit I was afraid, even though I trust him
more than anyone else--afraid to be taped to the chair that way. He
could have done anything to me. I would like to be able to say that my
trust was stronge
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