"I felt my heartbeat quicken in my chest and my palms grow sweaty. My panties chafed and I felt anticipation, intertwined with nervousness. I wanted h...m so much it scared me sometimes ... like right now. But I had to play along like he didn't affect me this way."Promises, promises ... you got me here, now what are you going to do with me?"He just looked at me, his expression unreadable before striding over to grab hold of my shoulders."You know what happens to girls that tease men..." What.... Haven't you?" I asked, while slipping my recovered erection into her wet pussy.With a sly smile Ann answered, "Hmmm, maybe..."**Over the next few weeks this fantasy persisted and progressed. Our open discussion and role play led to a positive improvement in our sex life. Sex had become more spontaneous and less structured. We even made love in the car and in the dunes at the beach. She also asked to try anal after all these years, which to my delight she loved! After three attempts. Then we. Her juices drenching her lips as I part them with my tongue and start lapping them up slowly, not penetrating her steamy hole yet. While I am enjoying my breakfast juice, I feel my mistress trace my aching lips with her finger tips again. I writhe over top of her and feel like begging for her to fuck me but I bite my tongue figuratively as I start to wiggle it into her drenched hole. Mistress starts to moan as she continues to lightly trace my lips with her finger tips. My hand that was tracing. She jumped up and said something incomprehensible then said "Who is it , What do you want". She was panicking but I soon reassured her I meant her no harm . I sat down near her pathetic little fire and warmed my hands . She still stood there really weary of me . " Are you going to sit down and get warm off your own fire?" I said.She quietly and slowly began to sit opposite me . She sat in silence apart from her stomach growling every now and then. I threw some more sticks into the embering pile.