I stopped, grabbed your arms and tied you to your bed. ‘What are you doing? I was just about to come. Please make me come. I am so hot, I need to c...me.’ You pleaded. ‘Don’t worry.’ I said, ‘ You will come, but only when I want you to and not before.’ I kissed your pussy and left. You couldn’t believe this was happening to you. You were tied to your bed and couldn’t move a muscle. When I returned I had a bottle of baby oil. I proceeded to rub oil all over your beautiful titties and took. Finally you lean close enough to breathe on me, kissing my skin. Your tongue softly touches my clit, nearly making me scream aloud in pure bliss. I don’t try to restrain myself as your movements become rhythmic. You slide your hands under my ass, angling me so that you can fully taste the juices flowing for you. Your tongue dips inside me, nearly sending me over the edge. I run my fingers through your hair and moan louder as you take me to the brink. I can’t help but rock my hips in time with. She thought of everything. As I looked into the mirror I saw my red face and washed my hands and splashed some cool water on my forehead so I wouldn't look like I had run a marathon but more like I had been sick. I toweled off and listened for more voices outside in the hallway. I heard the faint voice of her mom and the sound of feet going down the stairs. Tracy must have told Ali to leave her sister alone, Ali was only a year younger than Sara, which I think added to their rivalry. I think. While holding onto this thought, she quickly began to dress, left her house and went to work.Work was okay. Samantha had managed to get a job at the local library and it suited her very well. She was a shy but thoughtful young lady that enjoyed helping people with their queries. People were often nice to her, but she longed for a day when a handsome man would come in and sweep her off her feet. Well, that day may have come. As she looked over to the entrance, she noticed a tall dark-haired man.