Her whimper became a sob, which soon became a scream. Her words remained polite, respecting his title, which made the jolting spasms in her body seem ...ll the more obscene. She begged him for release, pleading for the antidote. Each request was met with a three-word response.?No. Continue, Jaina.?Each response was met with a deep growl of self-pity and a cry. Her sodden, shaking fingers drifted back to her sensitive regions, between her legs, on her chest, her rump. Even the backs of her legs,. As I did she grabbed my balls. I pulled her shirt up over her tits and then the bra. These big fat tits fell out and were hanging over her belly. I pulled one up and began sucking on the nipple. She said " oh yeah babe suck that nipple. I like it."She was trying to undo my pants with one hand. I helped her out and she grabbed my half hard cock.She said " oooooo that's nice already getting hard."I continued to suck her nipples as she stroked me to hard. Then she said " alright stop a minutes and. My favourite place. There is nothing I like better the lying on his chest, the smell of a man, the little bit of hair, the mix of bed sweat and pure manliness. I snuggle in to his chest, wanting, yearning for his cock. I kiss his cheek, he doesn't react. I must admit he's not one to be disturbed from his sleep for anything. I kiss his chest and still no reaction. My pussy is so wet now. I take my black lace panties off. I lie there naked. He is still asleep. My fingers start to wander. I start. As we left the bistro, Sophie asked if we could pop into one of the shops for a look round. Although shopping is not my favourite occupation, I agreed and trailed her into the shop. Once inside, Sophie headed straight for the equestrian section. She located several riding crops on display; she picked up a few and swished a couple in the air, before seeming to settle for one in particular. It was thirty inches long, with a handle and a leather shaft with a large leather tab on the end. Sophie.