I lead her once again to the guest room. One might feel sorry for theguests, as it's not a room of much comfort, as much as play. I bring herto an x...frame... And I release her bit by bit, reattaching her to aspoton the frame. It doesn't take long before she is spread eagle and readyfor what I need to do with her. I leave her alone for a few minutes; I can only wonder about the thoughtsthat float through her head in these few isolated moments. I finallyreturn, and in my hands is a jar of. Was it really happening? The next morning, I made sure I was out of the house before Neha even woke up so that I did not have to face her. I still could feel her hands on my back, her fingers rolling right above my ass. I could feel her face resting on my chest. I could feel her boobs pressed against mine. Every time I thought about it I got a raging hard-on. All day I could think of nothing else. I made sure I was coming home late so that Neha would be sleeping. To my surprise, when I walked. You move your mouth to within an inch of the man’s organ, purse your lips and gently blow on it. Once more, his penis gains some stiffness, enlarging in little, bouncing jerks. Now you bring your right hand up and slowly but deliberately, wrap your fingers around him. I watch, unblinking, as you squeeze firmly and very gradually move your hand towards him, pulling his foreskin back all the way. As you do, I see a single, clear drop of pre-come seep from the end of his prick. I stare in. I won’t last long. I know this as he thrusts his hand and licks my arousal, over and over, my body convulsing. The spots he's targeting have more freakishly acute nerve endings than I ever knew, and my insides respond to his rhythm.“Dr. Taylor,” I whisper, knowing very well how crucial it is we stay quiet. He’s staring up at me from between my thighs, his pressure increasing, knowing what’s about to come. “Oh please,” I beg. He latches onto my clit, nursing my erotic bundle of flesh, and I feel.