Right where I liked to sling my jeans. I quickly fastened the belt (I had to use the first hole in order to get any use of the belt) as if I did this ...very day. Trying to "as if" myself into relaxing and just going with this new electric flow that I had plunged myself into. The skirt fit flat across my tummy and jutted out halfway to the hem resting on the ruffles, it seemed. I lifted the front hem and waved the skirt up and down (...at the imaginary person behind the mirror). Here, get a. I can tell he is debating on what to do with me next. My eyes move from his, to my throbbing nipples, they are still clamped tightly from their prison of pained pleasure. He watches my gaze; he follows to my breasts also. His hands move up over my skin, he takes the connecting chain of the nipple clamps, and pulls hard on them. It forces my nipples to stretch up high from my chest, I cry out. He lets go, they bounce back down. I shake hard in pleasure, the surge of hotness racing through my. I've been wanting this cock all day," I replied."Fuck, Dani. You are so fucking sexy," Mark said, as he watched my hands pleasure him. "You made me cum so fucking hard last night," he added."Yeah?" I whispered. "You like the way I suck your cock, Baby?" I asked, slipping one hand down to cup his balls."Ooooh fuck," he whispered. "Yes. You are amazing"."Tell me you want me to suck your cock," I whispered."Oh, Dani. I want you to suck me," Mark moaned, as I increased my stroking tempo."Tell me to. The rain was blowing more heavily now and the wind was blowing it under my small shelter, keeping me wet, but not as if I was standing out directly in the storm. I looked at my watch, it was barely after noon, but the sky was so dark, it could have been midnight. Just the frequent lightning would brighten up the area. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my pack of cigarettes out of the leather pouch he had given me for Christmas, it kept my cigarettes dry and my Zippo dry. I lit another cig,.