‘And this, Gwen?’ his eyes were locked on hers, seeing the confusion and excitement. ‘I don’t know,’ she whispered, ‘Is it?’ ‘What do ...ou think?’ his voice was husky as his lips descended on hers, his hand squeezing her cotton covered flesh gently, making her moan against his mouth as the pleasure swept over her. Her other hand cupped her other breast, making her ache with need… although what she needed was undefined. Something hard was pressing against her thigh as they kissed and his hands. 22. Nothing is worse than HAVING to come and not be able to, especially when you'll be punished for the failure to obey. If Your slave complains about not being allowed to orgasm often enough, take one die. The number You (or he, if You wish him to determine his own fate) roll is the number of times he MUST orgasm. Then roll two dice. The total is the number of minutes he has for reaching each climax. This scene can range from the luxurious -- two orgasms, 12 minutes for each one -- to the. I had missed it. How could it have been that obvious to him, and I completely missed it?"Apparently," I said, exhaling. "What happened?" She fucking...sorry. She came ON to me!" I laughed."Oh my!" CJ said, with mock sincerity."I'm serious," I giggled. "I didn't know what to do." You didn't know what to do? Come on, Baby. You've been hit on by so many guys, and it just rolls off of you. Why is it so different if an attractive woman does it?" An ATTRACTIVE woman?" I blasted CJ, teasing. "I'm sure. Sue groaned a little, then Jean started to dry her between her legs which made Sue groan again. Jean then dried her legs and stood up. It was only then she realised that she had a wet stain on her panties.They both went into the bedroom without saying anything about what happened, dressed and went about their day. But all the day Jean was thinking about their shower experience and wondered if it would happen again.The next day, Jean got up, stripped in front of Sue, then went into the shower. A.