I love what fear does to a man, what his mind will do when left to it's own devices. Take away sight and sound and your mind becomes MY ally, working steadily against you while I wait, patiently. I left this one downstairs in the cold, dark basement for about 45 minutes before I even touched him. I spent a few minutes watching by only the light of my phone, he thought he was alone as I saw him readjust, watched as his cock filled to varying degrees of hardness despite the cold, anticipating my touch at any minute. When I finally start to play with him, his body has already worn him down, his muscles have been tense for too long and he's ready for me now. He's pliable and his will is weak, ready for my silky, pantyhose to drum a steady beat on his balls, ready for my elbows, punches and knees. All while he desperately waits for the few times I lay the full weight of my curves upon his tired body, his solitary comfort. All worth it in the end, when I shut the lights off and leave my little play thing in the dark again, until I'm ready for more fun.