Your lips are not so cold this time. You snake your hand into my hair and deepen the kiss. I pull away from you to get up and get your supper. When I...come back your sitting up on the couch the comforter tucked around you watching the highlights of the hockey play off games. I set your food on the coffee table as I go in search of the bottle of scotch I know is somewhere in the house. I finally find the bottle in a kitchen cupboard. I pour you a few fingers into a glass and head back to you. . He was just looking at them. His eyes came up and centered on her own.“I’d like very much to touch them,” he said softly.She barked once or twice in almost hysterical laughs that left her panting. He wanted permission! She didn’t trust her voice, so she reached for one of his hands and dragged it to her breast.“Uhhhhhh,” she groaned as he at last cupped her warm flesh with a hand that felt hot somehow. He squeezed and she arched even more, as she felt his fingers approach the nipple. She closed. But the whip curls again, all nine tails around Knobby’s butt, making him jump and dance, so he can’t fall down, just because of the pain from the nipple clamps. Lia won a whip swinging contest at the Dayton Domina Group three years in a row?she knows what she’s doing, though I think Knobby gives her no credit!? I work at the back, whacking and slashing his tender butt, and Vib, laughing, starts throwing darts from our old barroom dartboard at Knobby's hips and thighs. ? Knobby screams and. My hand rubbed his hard nipples. He smiled as my hand slid inside his trunks and took hold of his hard member and started stroking it.My own dick was hard now, and he slid his own hand inside my trunks and began to return the favor. Still stroking him, I leaned over and kissed him. He responded by opening his mouth, and allowing my tung to enter. We continued to kiss and stroke for a while, until we broke apart and Josh said, “Lets go inside.” Pulling our hands out of each others pants, we slid.