My cry causes you to bite even harder and I can feel an orgasm building, but then you stop your attention to my breasts and rear over me, pushing my l...gs back so that you can see my sopping pussy. But then you do something completely different, something you’ve never done before. You stop and spread my pussy lips apart and just stare. You spread them even further and just continue to look at my bald pussy, shaved clean as you like it. “What the hell is he waiting for?” I wonder as I watch your. He turned the tens unit up and then down making me squirm. He stopped it again, moving the wires he hooked up both sides of my slick wet mound. He never eased me into this one, he turned it up causing me to jerk almost upright as my back arched. I moaned loudly when he smacked my face so I would shut up. I got quiet and tried to breathe through the torture. After a few minutes he moved the pads to the inside of my thighs. I begged him not to it was the most tender part of my legs. He hit them. “I don’t know if I…” you begin to say before I interrupt you. “Yes you can,” I interject, “let me do this.” It’s somewhere between a command and a question. “You want me to watch you. I want to watch you.” Your face goes red, your breath catches for a moment, your eyes show the conflict waging inside of you. Give in to the night or back out now? I step to you before you can decide. I take you in my arms and kiss you. This kiss is all desire, passion, and lust. I pull away from the kiss and look. I patiently waited and one by one I was closer to my favorite barista. A short petite Latina woman stood in front of me, she couldn’t be any more than 5’3”. Her long brown hair contrasted her skin perfectly, causing her even lighter eyes to have a piercing effect. “Hey, how are you doing today? Same thing as always?” Her voice was soft and sweet and I’ve been coming her so long she had my coffee memorized. “Uh, yeah. A quad iced...” “Iced espresso with a single pump of white mocha. Sure thing.”.