She started again her hand in her own crutch, “the twentieth stroke fell, and he slammed himself back into me, and as each stroke had me easing the ...trap round my neck, then as he retracted, tightening around my windpipe, cutting off my air supply and heightening my excitement till he finally exploded deep in my body and slid away.” He left me to recover, then released me undid my wrists, (she showed Tim the marks still on her arms) and letting me come back slowly to normality gave me my dress. Take the other hand and rub your nipples." My body quivered as I rubbed my clit and ran my fingers over my hard little buds. My breathing quickened. I tried not to moan out loud, but the sounds were escaping me involuntarily. Vera: "Are you rubbing your clit?" Me (between gasps): "Yes." Suddenly, I heard sounds other than my own. It took a few seconds to realize it was Vera! I stopped caressing myself, rested my hand on my thigh, and carefully listened as short moans from Vera echoed in my. "Oh... you have great taste in clothes and makeup," he managed to say without giving away the heaviness of his breathing. "It's nice to see a woman taking care of the way she looks." "Do you like running your hands over me when I'm wearing clothes like this?" George took this as his cue to start doing just that. He felt the soft warmth of her breasts beneath the silk of her blouse and the clean lines of her behind through the thin but luxurious fabric of her skirt. He moaned his agreement, lost. Stop ... this ... god ... I'm your sister," Nena shuddered uncontrollably, barely containing herself, the thought of the video tape on the backburner of her mind, the only thing keeping her from slapping Carlos hands away from her. Yet the pull the sweet pull ... was intoxicating. The hard, stimulated nubs radiating an almost painful heat all through her breasts, ricocheting through the rest of her body making her feel, hot, restless. She was aware that she was becoming deeply aroused, her.