And started to rub her pussy over her panty. Her panty was very much wet. I used my fingers to pull aside her panty a bit and started to rub her wet c...nt. It was so wet my index finger started to go in easily.I started to move my finger up and down her pussy. Then I circled it over her clitoris. When I pressed her clit she held my hand tight. I knew she was finding it difficult to control. For the rest of first half I had my hand over her pussy.The during interval she got herself cleaned and. All my fears, my warnings, about the evening’s potential for disaster materialized as if foretold by a gypsy’s crystal ball. Part of me wanted to scream, ‘I told you so!’ Part of me wanted to ask, ‘Did you think I was kidding?’ My voice, after uttering that last word, wouldn’t allow anything else to pass my lips. Rendered mute by anguish, I continued on my way—without hesitation, but with heaping buckets of regret. In a twisted way, I took solace in the fact that a conflict that had gnawed at. He chuckled at her discomfort, murmuring nonsense phrases as praise to her in a low tone. He led her towards an unfurnished corner of the playroom and hooked her leash to a small ring that was attached to the wall, giving it a tug to make sure it would hold. He was rough when He grabbed her right wrist, pulling it out from under her and clipping it to a ring that was bolted into the ground. He repeated the treatment with her left wrist, speaking in low tones about the way she looked,. “Take off your shirt…I want to feel my tits on your chest.”That thought is short lived because by the time I climb off, take off my pants and panties, and turn back around he is totally stripped…and that big cock is standing up straight calling for my attention.I kneel between his thighs and softly take his cock in my hand.He groans, “I love how your hand feels on my cock.”“Mmmm, yes, I know,” I say in a low voice as I grip it firmly and focus on stroking up and down in smooth, slow movements..