Sometimes I forgot what number I was on.Rachael was pretty good at keeping count and often told me all about it the next day. Taking out a notebook, I...started making hash marks for every time I had sex. By the time I reached my first Christmas party my hands were shaking andI felt sick to my stomach.One side of the page was full of lines and I had turned it over just before my Thanksgiving entries. By mid January I was already half way down my second page. I didn't want to know any more.. ”“You will,” I said.The thought of presents must have been pleasant because I noticed Ciera’s nipples had stiffened beneath her thin light blue sports bra.“And you bought a house?” she wondered.“Liz is looking at something out that way,” I confessed. “I ... mine wouldn’t work for her needs so I sold it to a couple of our friends. So that’s what we did yesterday. We went looking at ... places.”The young woman talked about the type of guy she hoped to one day land as she helped me with my. Your other hand continued the quest upward. You found my hard and swollen button. You found my juices flowing – making the bar stool wet and sticky. Staring me in the eyes, never taking your eyes off of me, you started very slow and circular motions on my clit. You angled your body such that it blocked most of mine – making it hard for the average person to see what you were doing to my body. You did not pick up the pace. You did not rub any harder. You just patiently and seductively kept. I want to cum baby please!" She pleaded, pulling hard on the ropes. "I'll take the blindfold off and one of the ropes off your hand, but you can only use it to strum your clit." I said. "Fine whatever, just do it quick. I can feel it right there, its torture not being able to cum." With her still squirming, I loosened the left hand rope. She instantly swung her hand down to her clit, a finger on either side, pinching it and moving her hand side to side so fast I could barely see it. She started.