I know if I had him here, I'd be stroking his skin delicately with my fingertips, as he stroked me with his whole body. The hugger wants to stroke me ...oo, in a way. Its sensor studded digit extends to my now erect clitoris, attempting to replicate the feel of a real man there. I have no idea how successful it is. I've never had a real man. Well, except for this rich lady's man. And he's never going to be here for real. Only in my head. He'd cost more to rent for a day than I earn in a year.The. I resisted touching myself as I wanted to save my orgasm for when I met my girlfriend later that night. I finished bathing and climbed out of the shower feeling very horny, my cock now fully hard. I checked to see that she was still there without making it obvious which, surprise surprise, she was. I could only see the side of her leg but I could tell she had her trousers around her ankles.I was now feeling bolder and decided that I would give myself a fresh shave for her to see, something that. " She started but a quick tug at the leash and the side of my blade pressed to her cheek stopped her protest. Although I meant no harm at all, making it seem like I did always excited us both. "What...Is...The...Rule?" I said again with more force causing her to squirm in the chair, a visible glint of wetness showing between her legs. "Not in Daddy's chair when he's not home...", she said quietly. "What don't we do in Daddy's chair when he's not home?" I said sternly tracing the tip of the. “You are now completely trapped under my butt,” she whispered, afraid that someone might hear her, “and there is no way I’m letting you out.” What would it be like in the trunk? Hannah stood up and opened the lid. She locked the padlocks to the open hasps to make sure that they wouldn’t fall down and trap her inside. Hannah then climbed inside the trunk and lay on her back with her knees drawn up. She started to pull the lid closed above her, but the lid was heavier than she realised and it.