‘Where are you most sensitive?’ she asked curiously. ‘You’re right there,’ he groaned. ‘On the ridge under the head.’ She moved her fin...er and found a textured area. Rubbing her finger across the ridge, she could feel his body shake in response. The warmth was practically streaming from his body and she wondered how long he would be able to hold back. At the same time she realised she didn’t want him to hold back. She wanted him to throw back his head and scream out his enjoyment as she. Ever since that damned party, six days ago, he'd been worried sick. His guts had ached so bad at times that he was sure he was developing an ulcer. Faith's strangeness had kept him upset, unable to think about anything else.The party had done something to her, changed her somehow. All Sunday, the day after the party, she'd kept to her bed, getting up only to go to the bathroom occasionally, not even bothering to eat. She wouldn't talk to him at all, except to give him a sharp "leave me alone,". Running was followed by jumping jacks and jump rope, both of which bounced Fujiko’s somewhat moderate braless breasts around inside her tee-shirt. Fujiko rotated in place as she jumped rope, giving Syd an all side view. Syd performed high steps in place kneeing Fujiko’s hands which never wavered from Syd’s waist level. Fujiko demonstrated a simple somersault, her silky covered butt rolling over her curled body. She landed and sprung up into a high wide armed stance. Syd followed and Fujiko. " I stood up and walked to my briefcase, leaving her in the position of an Olympic diver, albeit with her hands pointing outwards. I laughed to myself, those judges wouldn't be any more forgiving of her form than I am. Returning with wrist cuffs and duct tape, I ran my shoe between her thighs. "Wet like the rain I see slave. I suppose you'd lie to cum again?" she knew not displease me now, not when she was this close, not when I was making her this wet. she began to see the life I would lay out.