Ручка шариковая, автоматическая, "Fine-line touch", черная

I thought of what he'd look like tied up and utterly at my mercy, which created a surprisingly strong sensation between my legs. He was discussing share prices over the telephone. I didn't listen to the details. I walked up behind him and looked down at his lap. His dick was easily as hard as it had been yesterday. I pulled the chair out from under him, wrapping an arm around his waist at the same time, forcing his head down so that he was bent double over his desk. It was the first time we had touched. His firm stomach with its fine line of hair under my fingertips was warm and yielded to my touch. Taking the roll of tape, I wound it around his ankles, binding him to his leather chair. Hugh carried on with his call, his words punctuated by gasps and grunts. I wondered what his New York colleague was making of this sudden change of tone. I took the long telephone cord and wrapped it around the base of his erection and balls, creating a makeshift cock-ring. I pulled it tight. Hugh's voice wavered, and he tried to wrap up the phone call. "I'm sure this is something we can finish tomorrow," he said, but a tinny voice on the other end of the line continued ...»