"She looked at me, and smiles slightly through her tears. "A Dom/me should generally observe deals they make with slaves. However, I'm not a slave, so...I'll extend to you the courtesy of allowing you to torment me with whether you'll live up to any of our agreements." I nodded as I began to work on her nipples and aureolae, making both of them dense pincushions, the needles going in one after the other. There was some blood, but not as much as you'd think; she began to whine and then beg after. I could feel it! His hard cock thrusting and thrusting in my tightening pussy... I, on the other hand, needed more.I tried grinding faster against his pelvis, rapidly clenching and unclenching my pussy, which was driving Brett crazy. I slid my hand up his cheek and up through his hair. My hand was covered in sweat. So I quickly pulled off his shirt, then lightly, barely, licked his nipples."Mmmm, yeah baby, that's it," he groaned in my ear as I began grinding like a belly dancer. His. We tried to keep in touch by email, but life got in the way.“No, I remember. I never forgot you, Sarah,” Jeremy grabbed my hand, “You were my first love after all.”I looked up and saw him staring intently at me, biting his lip. The way he said my name gave me butterflies, just like when we were in school. My pussy was definitely wet now and my heart was beating fast. He squeezed my hand. Time stood still.I usually laugh when I get nervous, so I started to chuckle awkwardly.“You were always so. ’ NOW he tells her after putting her through the suspense. Inwardly she heaved a sigh of relief and muttered ‘thanks’ to him. There was still laughter in his voice when he bid her good day and hangs up. She and Wendy spent the rest of the day packing whatever belongings she had. She would imagine if it was someone she loves and to be married to, the mood would be different. There would be laughter and much celebration even before the actual day itself. Her grandmother would have been so proud.