"First we have to paint the marionette", I said, beginning to move the dry brush across her foot. "Every inch of her". The brush stroked higher, until...I'd reached her hips. The right leg was 'painted' next. "Every delicious inch". The brush danced across her inner thigh and made a feint towards her pussy before I withdrew it. This caused her belly to flinch. "Ticklish?", I asked with a grin."N... no"."Then I wonder what that reaction was?", I said, starting on her arm. "Maybe I should try. This girl is making me feel guilty and feel like a bad person. Anyways I didn’t lie, I was honest in sharing how bored n unhappy I am in my marriage and I am just being social online and is not looking for anything dirty in particular and felt very comfortable with her and that’s the only reason for meeting her and all that. Don’t know what went in her head, who can understand what goes inside a girls head. Anyways, we finished the ice cream and left from there and was on the way to drop her. It felt warm and springy to his touch. His hand then movedto the sac, holding it the palm of his cupped hand as he loved to do withsissyboys. As his trembling fingers closed round the sac he could feel thetwo ovoid stones it contained. Rubbing the stones between his fingers,Charles could feel the throbbing hardness of own cock in his panties.At last Mistress's correspondence was finished. The letters had beenwritten and the emails had been sent. Now he wondered, how would Mistressrate his. My left hand carefully rubbed the other side of his neck as my lips began licking and nipping at his skin again. This was one of his hot spots and I had to make sure that he got the best fuck of his life from me. My free hand went back to rubbing his cock, carefully helping him reach a full erection once again. Not surprisingly, it wasn't long before he was hard and roaring within my grasp. I stood up and slowly took my panties off. Anxiety was building within me, and I was scared of how far he.