...From that moment on, our friendship with Sid became a little different. He comes to me on the call and knocks. I open the door, and he stands on the threshold, wearing leather glasses, which he specially bought over the Internet. These glasses fit so tightly to the face that they deprive the wearer of the slightest opportunity to spy on them. So that Sid does not get out of control in a fit of passion, I, right on the doorstep, fasten his hands with handcuffs behind his back. So, I'm sure Sid won't pull his blindfold out of his eyes and I can relax and close my eyes. Then, taking him by the elbow, I help the blind man to go into the hall and take his place - on my knees opposite my chair. He sits down dutifully. Sometimes, if I do not have time to finish some things, then he sits in this position and waits for me. It happens and waits for twenty minutes. But silently. When I'm completely ready, I fall into the same chair and put my feet on the pouf. From this second, our silent communication begins, the deep meaning of which only we understand.
Sid puts his mouth on my big toe. For me, this beginning is always exciting. His tongue cannot wet the skin of my finger the first time, but after making a few sucking movements, he becomes wet, and Sid's mouth already slides with greater ease. Seeing from his greedy movements that he was waiting for these minutes, I play with him, pulling my finger from his mouth. He tries to find him to hug him again with his lips, but he is not in the same place. He looks for him in something else, but he is not there either. Then I slowly bring my finger to his nose, and he gently, with great love, once again plunges it into his mouth. At this moment, I have a very playful expression on my face. I look at Sid's head with a certain contempt. I look at him with the look that, most likely, I would not be able to look if he saw me. That is, nothing binds me. Our meeting usually lasts about two hours. I am completely relaxed and in a good mood. After playing a little with my friend, I pick up the tablet, and all my attention goes to the World Wide Web. I only sometimes raise my eyes to the man tormented by passion, and again my attention returns to some online store. After I get bored with all this language fuss, I give Sid time to cool down. He sits in his position until his erection completely subsides and his breathing stabilizes, and she, washing off the drool from his feet, drink tea or coffee in the kitchen. Then, having brought Sid to the threshold, I take off his handcuffs and let go.
Sid puts his mouth on my big toe. For me, this beginning is always exciting. His tongue cannot wet the skin of my finger the first time, but after making a few sucking movements, he becomes wet, and Sid's mouth already slides with greater ease. Seeing from his greedy movements that he was waiting for these minutes, I play with him, pulling my finger from his mouth. He tries to find him to hug him again with his lips, but he is not in the same place. He looks for him in something else, but he is not there either. Then I slowly bring my finger to his nose, and he gently, with great love, once again plunges it into his mouth. At this moment, I have a very playful expression on my face. I look at Sid's head with a certain contempt. I look at him with the look that, most likely, I would not be able to look if he saw me. That is, nothing binds me. Our meeting usually lasts about two hours. I am completely relaxed and in a good mood. After playing a little with my friend, I pick up the tablet, and all my attention goes to the World Wide Web. I only sometimes raise my eyes to the man tormented by passion, and again my attention returns to some online store. After I get bored with all this language fuss, I give Sid time to cool down. He sits in his position until his erection completely subsides and his breathing stabilizes, and she, washing off the drool from his feet, drink tea or coffee in the kitchen. Then, having brought Sid to the threshold, I take off his handcuffs and let go.
