." I moaned as he drove in again, my inner folds spreadingslowly for him, letting me savor every moment as he drove me harder. Hemoved both hands to m... breasts now. I knew how awkward it was for him tobe squeezing both of my boobs and hold himself up with his elbows, butit felt too good for me to dwell on it.His fingers found my nipples and he pinched and twisted them betweensqueezes on my soft breasts. Each time he did, my whole body shook. Iwas sensitive to the pleasure now and the slight. " She gave me that sly smile that always sets butterflies swarming in my stomach. I think she knows it has that effect on me. "I'd enjoy," she drew out the word 'enjoy' deliciously, "I'd enjoy knowing just how frustrated you were getting. I'd love knowing all the time, even when we're apart, that you're my slave and that you're suffering for me." She was getting turned on talking about it, and, well, seeing her get turned on does things to me. "What if I can't take it?" I asked nervously. "And. One day, we had an especially intense rutting session in which I banged into Carla repeatedly from behind as she backed up against me, on the bed, on all fours. It was a session that left us drenched with sweat, our bodies drained of energy and in much need of re-energizing.Carla slipped into one of my T-shirts. On her cute figure, it came down just past her butt and fit her like a ridiculously short mini-skirt. She made a quick bathroom jaunt to freshen up, then I did the same, but I didn't. It was just like Carl to pull a stunt likethis."Very funny..." Thomas started to say, but stopped when a rich soundingwoman's voice escaped his lips.'What the fuck!' Thomas thought, as he became wide-awake and sat up in bed.He wasn't ready for the rather large sway of his chest, or the jigglingsensation it created.Looking down at his hands, Thomas noticed that they were encased in tightblue leather, and that these gloves on his hands had shaped them into thepetite form of a woman's hands,.