We both got on at the first level and I was behind you and, being bold I put my hand under your skirt and rubbed your inner thigh You jumped, and I qu...ckly stopped. You turned around to look at me look at me. Not a word came from your mouth. Once again I reached forward and touched your inner thigh. No response. My hand slid up your thigh a bit, and still you did not say a word. I imagined that you either enjoyed the intimate touch of a stranger, or you did not want to make a scene.My fingers. I wanted to stop and make sure it was her, but Chantelle was oblivious, and continued towards the bottom of the stairs. Looking back over my shoulder, trying to maintain a visual on Annie, the guy stood up and smiled at her. It was Claudio. Once again I found myself wondering what was going on. As the music faded and Chantelle and I ascended the stairs, I surprised myself by realising I wasn't intrigued at all by Annie's presence in the Domina Flagrante. What surprised me was that she was. Very wet and his probing finger slid into my hole. I grunted as it went deep.“That’s not new,” I said softly. “I’ve been using that for years.”“Just you?”“Uh-huh! Yours are the first fingers that have probed into there and, Daddy, dear. I like it”The thought of that must have tipped him over the edge.“Oh, fuck, Con,” he moaned. “Oh Fuuuckkk!”I don’t know why I did it. I was kneeling with his fingers up my cunt and my face so close to his knob as I rubbed and I managed to time it. ‘Oh, look it is working.’ She sounded positively chuffed and continued more vigorously thereafter. The pain increased slightly, but it didn’t look like there was a lot of blood coming out of the wound, as there were just a few red dots on the white bandage. She could have stopped, as my leg looked the same as the other one colour-wise, but she didn’t. The increased blood flow didn’t stop at my legs. It had been four years that I had allowed any woman to touch me. As weird and embarrassing as it.