In my quick tidy-up, I had failed to notice that remnant of a drugged up party night still lingering. Megan was a mousy girl, short hair, glasses, not much on fashion… a typical librarian type. Sex vedio I grabbed her hair again, and positioned her mouth on my cock She went down willingly. We both had an exit plan if things didn’t seem right. But there she was, sitting on my couch… touchable, being touched. At which point she said that it was time to make up her mind. And yes, the handcuffs will come into play. I’m a pretty good cook, so I suggested that we skip all the BS and have dinner at my place. With the candle lit and the hustle and bustle on the street passing us by, we talked about life, philosophy, politics. She was doing the best she could in an over-price flat in a not-so-great area of her city. With an IQ over 150, Megan seemed untouchable. I had removed the stuffed bear the day before, but had forgotten about the handcuffs… DRUGS!!! Too much. I had been sleeping around with a bunch of different bar-skanks. We had a really nice time talking about ourselves – who we were, who we wanted to be. She said it was alright, as long as I didn’t mind a mess. So, I tried to explain my way out of it.
