Jules nods his head at her question, yes, he is scared.  He kneels there, on hands and knees, taking a deep breath, taking in her scent, her musk.  He can feel the smell of her, a woman, so close, arouses him, his cock getting hard in its leathery prison.<br/><br/>Jules moves closer to her, still holding that strap on in his mouth.  Kneeling before her, he holds the strap on against her, while his hands reach around, to buckle it on behind her.  He holds the dildo in his mouth for a moment, his hands dropping back to his sides.  Taking a deep breath thru his nose, her musk filling his nose, before pulling back, the dildo covered by his spittle.<br/><br/>Getting on all fours once more, Jules crawls towards the spot.  Hearing her, and more importantly, feeling the tap of the crop, and he tries to move his hips more, his breasts swaying under him.  Hips moving from one side to the other as he moves along the floor to where she wants him.<br/><br/>Jules stops, waiting there for her to use that strap on on him.  He hears something... something metal, in her hand.  Wondering what it is, knowing he will find out all too soon.