The hood bobbed up and down.

“Show me,” she instructed. He slapped his hand on the table three times, hard.

The power behind it made her body flush with pleasure. He was a strong guy. “Good.” Okay, so they could get started. But now what?

“On your belly on the table.” She watched him turn, negotiating without being able to see. “There’s a hole in the middle of the table. Make sure your cock goes through it.” He felt around and found it, positioning himself as she instructed.

She walked around the table, looking at him, at the fine shape of his muscles under the suit. She noticed for the first time that the same gelatinous stuff that had been on the dias was under the table-it was open underneath, resting on four legs, with the drawers at one end. She had an idea.

She was tuned into his breath almost immediately. He was excited, but waiting.

She was familiar with that feeling. She raided the drawers for treasure, taking the toys with her and positioning herself under the table. His cock was full of blood, red and throbbing. The cock ring was silver and clutched both his cock and balls together.

“You have a very nice cock.” It was dark under the table, but she could see that much. He moaned in pleasure when she took him in her hand, squeezing and pulling and generally testing his tolerance. Fluid gathered at the tip as she manipulated him and she rubbed it into the head. She wanted to lick it off but restrained herself.

“We’re going to play a game.” Alice reached over for a bottle of lube. “When I ask you a question, you’re going to tap once for yes and twice for no. Do you understand?” One tap.

“Have you ever been to the eye doctor?” she asked, grinning when he hesitated before tapping once. “Good. You know the part of the exam where they flip the little lenses back and forth and ask you, ‘Better or worse?’” One tap.