His hard, wet cock kept sliding against the back of her hand, taunting her, urging her on. He seemed to sense her impending release. Either that or he...was close himself. His mouth grew more demanding, his groans more frequent. Anna's fingertips increased pressure on her clit, slipping back and forth. Her other hand cupped the back of his neck, holding on. Her belly tensed and her hips thrust. His mouth roamed over hers, his tongue caressed. It only increased her desire, her need for him. His. She said “we must do that again” and so I felt ok to do it openly in front of Her, all the shudders and convulsions and head nodding and knees crumpling, all the moans and cries and whimpers of perv ecstasy as She made me do it in my pants, a big wet patch of spunk spreading across them in Her full view. Then She’d comment – “looks like you’ve already done it!” (yes it only ever took Her a few minutes to make me), “you’ve spunked all over yourself you wanker”, “urgh, do you need some tissues”,. You might think of me as cruel and austere. You might want to play this game and fear where to start… and who to trust. Her Svengali ex-boyfriend, all too common in this lifestyle dented her confidence. To see Amy was to look into a mirror, decades ago. From bitter experience, unrequited lust is a miserable existence.You might want to know what the bistro looked like, or the inside of our home. You might want to know why my husband worked away from home all week. What does it have to do. She told me to lift my hips up. I did this and it gave her the room to lift her foot up harder against my pegged ball sack. I groaned as the pegs twisted into the tender skin there. She removed her foot and let me lower my hips. I heard her move again and felt the sharp point of a stiletto heel did into the flesh between my shoulder blades. She slowly increased the pressure, pushing my pegged nipples harder against the floor. The pegs twisted and I wailed in pain.“This is the price you pay for.