” I can feel my eyes narrowing as you echo your previous monosyllabic response. “I won't do that so much any more.” To my ears the words sound o...inous. You stumble on. “I'm sorry I mentioned your tits. I'm not sorry I criticized your dress-sense but someone had to say something...” I should have been angry, right then. I should have been inconsolable. But one side of your mouth twitches in place of the ability to grin. You reach for me with skinny arms that I call home, encircling my waist. I. She adjusts your suspenders to --but also strokes your thighs and inner thigh ---- she comments you have wonderful strong thighs --- you thank her and say I like to ride --- she looks up from her squatting position and says I love to ride too ----- you share a very cheeky grin...Pippa has had to pull her very tight pencil skirt high on her thigh to be able to squat down as she is ---- high enough to give me a glimpse of her stoking top ---- as she stands to fasten your dress --I move in behind. “Ohhh,” she moaned. “That feels wonderful. Keep doing that, I’m getting close.” Mark increased the speed and pressure on her clit and used his free hand to squeeze one of her tits while sucking on the other until she came loudly.While she calmed down from her orgasm, Mark lay next to her gently stroking her tits. Curious, she reached over and took his hard cock in her hand. “This is the first one I’ve ever touched. It’s both hard and soft.” Mark showed her how to stroke it and she. ’ He reached out and twisted one nipple. I gasped and he tugged at it. ‘SILENCE! No matter what I do to you, you will not make a sound. Is that understood?’ I nodded, tears stinging my eyes. Common sense told me to tell him to stop, that I’d changed my mind. My body, however, had other intentions. My pussy was soaked and my clit already throbbing. He tugged at my nipple again, harder this time. ‘I can’t hear you Pet. Is that understood?’ ‘Yes Teacher.’ My voice was barely above a whisper..