I knew I had her at my mercy but what next. As much as I wanted her to get on and ride. I had another thought. "Get up and go bend over the edge of th... bed." She let go of my cock and got up and made her way. I stood uo myself just in time to watch her bend over and get into position. "Like this sir?" She asked looking back. "Yea just like that." I then went over to her side and grabbed one of her wrist and placed a cuffing around it and then did same to other side. I then stood behind her.. She was making a conscience deision. She shoved them down into the bottom of her bag.So be it. She thought.She signed her name and got the key card, she rode up in the elevator. A single, she couldn't belive it. Four years was all it had taken. The last six months were the worst, when he was home he was to tired to be romantic, he usually just came home, showered, ate and went to bed and then she wouldn't see him again until the routine repeated itself, seven days a week, he kept promising that. I stared into her dark eyes as I shivered. My hips wiggled back and forth as her fingers danced over my tits. She brushed my pink nipples, sending jolts of passion down to my pussy. I groaned, my twat clenching. The heat surged through me.I purred in delight. My heart pounded in my chest as her fingers reached my nipples. She tweaked them. Twisted them. She tugged on them. I groaned, my nipples throbbing and aching. That wonderful pleasure surged down my cunt to my twat.“Mmm, there’s more of me. I delayed my own warm-up a bit longer; Scarpia doesn't come in until late in the act and I wanted to be as fresh as possible. But finally, with about fifteen minutes to go before curtain, I had to get into it, I couldn't do it once they'd started. I cut it pretty short, though, just enough to wake the vocal cords up; I didn't want to leave my performance in the dressing room. I finished, as Cam had suggested back in my cabin, with some leaps, and felt satisfied.When I was done I walked out to.