And impotent. He would cry when she said that. When he was finally hard and she was satisfied with the shine on her boots, she would allow him to lick...her cunt until she came. That also took a long time, almost always.It wasn't long before she had Harold gagged -- when he was through licking her, of course -- and handcuffed as part of the routine. He accepted most anything she did now. And with the gag in his mouth, she didn't have to listen to him complain all the time. What a whiner!She. She probably thought I was a monster. She would feel the stinging pain on her opened third eye for some days. The same days she wouldn’t be able to walk straight. The same days she would have to be extra careful not to soil herself. At least she didn’t bleed. That’s good. I’m not such a monster. That’s another reason I like to go slow.I must recognize that I must go slow in order to last a little bit longer and not cream these little things immediately. I must force myself to edge and control. I took the wash cloth from the hot water and rung it out then folded it and placed it over her eyes, telling her to relax. I pressed play and the soft sound of a saxophone filled the room. I then kneeled at her feet and took off her heels. She was wearing hose and the material felt wonderful as I began kneading a foot, starting at the bottom and slowly working my way to her ankle and then up the calf. Just touching her skin has started my erection and soon my cock was sticking straight up. ”“So do I, you are very good.”“Not yet baby,” I tease as I stop licking again and dig my fingernails into her ass cheeks.“Pleasure and pain, love it,” she whispers as I lick along her cunt lips.“Do it harder, harder, so fucking good,” she groans as she shudders and has a very wet orgasm.“Now you, lay on the bed on your back.“My past lovers thought I was very good at giving head.“And your cock outranks all of them,” she says as she licks the full length of my cock, then licks and kisses the very.