“Good boy,” she teased. “Maybe I should sit on your face again,” she added playfully. “I want to smother you.”I gulped.She grinned widely....“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she said playfully.“I mean…yeah…” I admitted, trying to keep my breathing even.“Well, I don’t think I could actually smother you,” she commented, her expression slightly more serious. “It’s like you’re struggling for air as it is.”“I don’t know why,” I replied. “My heart is racing.”She pursed her lips, her brow furrowing. She. Now his arms didn't go right round, only far enough to leave one hand spread directly on my midriff just below my breasts and the other hand spread on my tummy, and he hugged me like this. I was fully aware that his hands were getting both higher and lower each day and soon he would be holding my breasts and pressing on my pussy. Once again I found this to be quite exciting and it was with some reluctance that I finally had to grab his hands and move them to slightly safer positions. We still. So I'll see you two in about two hours then." "OK, see you then." Stephanie was already standing, taking a break from being bent over for quite a while as Shawna worked her tat. "Hey, D said you can take off your clamps now." "I'm not allowed to take them off. He must have told you to do it." "Well, I guess he did, " she said reluctantly. "Here, let me help you with those, then." Shawna carefully removed one. Stephie winced at the ensuing pain of the blood returning to her long clamped nipple.. The response rattled me. It took me a few seconds to know what to say. "Be nice and I'll be nice." Leave me alone or I'll call the cops."This wasn't how I imagined it would go. I fantasized about her giving in to my demands and I would fuck her sometime soon after.I replied, "No, you won't. You wouldn't want your mom to know about last night." Go fuck yourself!"I thought Brianna wouldn't want her mom to know but apparently she didn't care. There was no point in telling her mom. It wouldn't get.