I lifted her legs and pulled her slim tight body towards mine with some force, this excited her. I bent forward and gave her inviting mound a long wet...lick with my long red tongue and then spit on her already soaked pussy. She smiled and moaned as she told me to fuck her. I eased the first couple of inches in and she grabbed my back pressing her nails in slightly and then I plunged my long hard cock deep inside. She gasped for air and kissed me like she was looking for air. I started slow with. “I died, of course, with my nipples hard against the stone, the stone tweaking them in some fashion and my center pressed as hard against the stone as I could.” She sighed. “Aye, I feel it yet again. I feel it in my face.”Amélie nodded. “I died as well, Mistress Heathcoate.” She looked at her companion. “But how can that be, Mistress? What power does the stone have over us? Does it have the same power over men?” She knew the answer, of course, from their earlier visit with Gérard as well as. There was just one more to be placed.I reached for the piece of chain that slightly dangled between her firm breasts and placed another clamped chain to it. I did not pull it down though. I let it swing against her skin until it came to a stop just above her navel. Once it stopped, I touched her face, wiping a finger through the gray line there and listened to her breathe.As she breathed, I said, “When I pull, stay still. Not even a sigh or a moan. I don’t want to feel a shiver; I don’t want to. "I'll have to start wearing that outfit to work if the thought of my boss eyeing me up is going to have that effect on you" Mel cooed."I think he might take that as a signal to get a bit more 'hands on' with his staff don't you?" I laughed. My wife just giggled. "You know you're going to get your arse pinched in that outfit don't you?" I warned her. You might wonder why, but I didn't want to be in the middle of a fight at my wife's Christmas party when she'd reacted badly to some pissed up guy.