The strokes were hurting which was not the case during our normal foreplay but it felt good, just like I would read on those internet sites. As my wif... stroked the whip again on my upper back, the pain started to become more than I could tolerate. I tried to exclaim and groan through the sock and tape on my mouth but I could not communicate anything, it sounded the same as my groans of pleasure seconds ago. The next several strokes landed again in the middle of my upper back and the pain was. She had only brought up this gesture as it had involved theskirt which I had reminded her of."It's traditional to do a curtsey to your teacher after each lesson as asign of respect, Sam."Although she hadn't implied it, I turned towards her, performing one asbest as I could. For all that she had done for me so far, she haddeserved at least this in return. As I raised myself back up, I looked ather expecting to see a smile in return. I was taken aback to find hermouth was open it terror. Had I. Slowly, Brendon began to lower his hands down to the hem of my shirt and tugged at it. Without breaking the kiss, I leaned upward and wriggled my way out of it and my bra leaving my hard breasts bare. Brendon paused to stare at them then bent down to take one in his mouth. I let out a gasp of pleasure and pushed his head down. He nibbled and sucked at it until it became sore then took the other in his mouth. "You are so beautiful." He breathed, licking one breast and pinching the other's. Againand again, you would withdraw from within me to the point that yourmanhood would almost, but never quite, escape the tight grasp of myhole. Then you would reverse direction and once again glide your dickdeep into my body until your balls would gently press against thesoftness of my ass cheeks.As the hormones had made it increasingly difficult for me to maintainan erection, my sense of arousal had shifted away from my increasinglyirrelevant penis and into my breasts, my newly prominent.