Mistress comes in, stands over me, while Nathalie stands opposite to her. Their breasts almost touch each other. It’s tantalizing to watch. They nod...to each other, then things go really quick. Before I know it, my hands and feet are cuffed together, with a short chain connecting both cuffs. Then, mistress ties a pink satin blindfold over my masked eyes. I lay in a foetal position on the blanket, unable to see. I hear heels clicking, someone taps her feet against my padded backside. ‘Let’s leave. Just thinking about it made the hairs on my neck stand on end, and gave me that cold, dizzying feeling in the stomach. Nothing happened until year nine, when we made out at a school disco. We danced together all night. I remember rubbing myself against him, his hands on the insides of my thighs, or my ribs right below my breasts. I wondered sometimes if those accidental brushes against my more intimate parts had been on purpose or not. I led him out to the lobby of the nightclub and we held. I dunno what was driving me to do all this. But my instincts were screaming to go on and eat it. While licking I started to massage at the top part of her vagina which is a generally sensitive part. So she was going up and down, moaning like crazy and breathing like she is running. It was only for a few minutes but she locked my head on her vagina with her legs. I could do nothing but to lick it. She was caressing my hairs and moaning. And after a few minutes, she stiffened.She came on my mouth. "You're don't have the skill needed to do that safely yet. You are right though. Riding an object will not work due to the limitations you mention. We will have to start over and make a new suit."I heard some depression in Bud's voice. The audio that played through the suit while I wore it was not as nuanced as hearing his thoughts in my head, so the depression must have been deeply felt. At the same time, I wondered about the absolute confidence I had been placing in Bud and those he.