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they held each other, swaying like the
lovers they were as Heather buried herself in Braden’s neck. Braden
nibbled at an ear.
    “ Thank you. I feel so
wonderful, Braden.”
    “ Heh-heh, You know, I
almost bought you a bondage hood. I saw one in black leather, all
studs and panels, and then there was another one in red spandex…a
real stretchy thing with a zipper for the mouth.” This was a good
way to test the waters.
    Heather gasped.
    “ I’d wear one of those!”
Heather licked her lips, pulling back so she could look into
Braden’s eyes. “You still haven’t fucked me in a car yet. You could
tie me up and rape me in the park. We could sneak into a
construction site at night…”
    She wanted to do it on a beach, too,
as Braden recalled. Oh, and in a horse barn, up in the hayloft…on a
sunny June afternoon.
    Heather had a horny mind, and wanted
to try everything as soon as she thought of it. It wasn’t exactly
spontaneity—she thought it all out well in advance. Heather had
years of fantasy all stoked up inside of her.
    “ It’s a bit chilly out
lately.”
    Heather had talked about doing it on a
beach under moonlight. Braden chuckled. There was plenty of food
for thought there, but he had a surprise in store for Heather
already, one which went beyond a few bucks worth of lingerie. He’d
gone into the farm equipment dealership early on a Sunday morning
and made it up himself.
    “ Yeah, you’d love that,
wouldn’t you? My little fuck buddy.”
    They smiled into each other’s
eyes.
    They kissed, Heather with her eyes
closed in trust, and Braden’s eyes open to look at the little bits
and pieces he could see from that limited angle. Their arms were
wrapped around one another. Heather was taller on the shoes, but
the sight of lacy stockings, straps and that pale little ass down
there, looking over the shoulder, was a reminder that they didn’t
have all night and that Braden had to work in the morning. Heather
stoked his penis through the cloth and began taking his pants down
for him. Braden held the pants on with one hand.
    “ Close your eyes.” Peeling
her off, Braden rummaged quietly in one of his bags for a
moment.
    Heather felt something cold and hard
and unyielding encircling her neck and then Braden snapped the
catch. There was a faint tinkling noise.
    “ Okay, you can open them
up now.”
    He stood in front of Heather holding
the end of a short length of golden chain. Collared with a wide
brass ring, his beautiful bitch had a bit of white around the eyes,
but she looked interested too. Heather glowed with a look of
anticipation, prepared to fall to her knees at any
moment.
    “ It’s about time someone
around here took charge of things.” Heather’s nipples were at full
alert.
    Braden grinned.
    “ Come here, my lovely
little cock-monkey…” She giggled at that one.
    Putting Heather on her hands and knees
on the bed, head towards the foot of it, Braden snap-fastened her
to the leg, and then made her watch as he sat on a chair on the far
side of the room, stripping off his damp-feeling socks and finally
his trousers and underwear.
    The look on Heather’s face, and the
things she said, as Braden sat there fondling his cock with a
sardonic grin and a few remarks of his own, were like icing on the
cake.
    He really should just sit there and
whack off. Make her sweat.
    Finally, he got up and wandered over,
and Heather in some inspiration wagged her ass like a dog, tongue
hanging out and even involuntarily drooling a bit. Braden picked up
Heather’s camera and snapped a flash-picture or two of her tucking
into the welcome task of giving him a blow-job. He put the camera
on video-record and kept going.
    For some reason, the thought of
someone or something seeing them do it was an added thrill. It
drove Heather that much wilder, as Braden watched in the
viewfinder, Heather going back and forth, up and down, pinching
Braden’s bum with her fingernails to drive him forward and
murmuring sweet delight