She patted on my thighs and went into the kitchen "Is she hitting on me ?" I asked myself, everything checks-out, the inappropriate question, the inap...ropriate touching, maybe she wants it too, but how should i approach her, what if i misunderstood her, what if she's not signaling me. She called out my name and asked me to come inside the kitchen, I went there, she asked me if i can grab a utensil from the upper compartment of the kitchen shelf. i stood up on the stool, it had a uneven leg so. Fingertip rubbing turnedto nails trapping and pinching the tiny little buttons as I pushed my tongueagainst the shirt, into his open mouth. I shivered, hearing him moan in painand pleasure, my crotch subconsciously grinding against his. ?Poor baby?? He was panting hard as I pull away and his nipples were swellinga little. I ran my tongue around both, soothing the ache. I pushed the shirtup over his nose, leaving just his eyes covered. My hands continued theirjourney down the outline of his. He hadn’t tied me up, but then, he didn’t need to. He’d told me not to move, so I wouldn’t move. Simple as. I could hear him moving around the room, doing god knows what. For the hundredth time, I wondered what I’d gotten myself into. Scott was practically a stranger. And there I was, naked, open, dripping for him. My ass clenched instinctively as I remembered his earlier statement.Your wet pussy, your smart mouth and then your tight – and I’m guessing virgin - little ass.“The waiting is the. She hit at his hand frantically and gasped as it wrapped around her throat picking her up as easily as if she were a feather. Her hands wrapped around his fingers, nails digging in as she choked, trying to pry them loose as black spots erupted in front of her eyes. She had almost gotten away from him. It was sloppy, not locking the door behind him. Sloppiness wasn’t allowed. It could get him killed. Worse, it could get him caught. She wasn’t his first, he had practiced his trade, honed it to a.