“Your turn for dessert, sweetheart,” he said, gripping her under the armpits and dragging her down the table’s length, so that her hair draped b...ckwards over the end with her head. “Open wide.”“Got it,” Lysette announced, turning triumphantly from the fridge with the syrup bottle in her hand, but she stopped short when she saw Mac climbing onto the table’s edge and fitting his thick-coated glans downwards into Imogen’s stretching mouth. “Oh fuck,” she breathed.“As in – your friend’s face?”“Yes,. I will not tell you what amount of time I consider enough. Youmay however remove the clothes pin on your clit earlier if it becomes truly (!)unbearable. Also you may stroke your body around the clothes pins, but you willnot stroke yourself afterwards to soothe the pain. Also for every pin thatfalls off your body accidentally you will replace it with two more. Once youcannot take anymore you can take them off and your task is completed. If youmanage to do it you may combine a teasing task with. The car parks and we come down(fall) from it. The taken(brought) out suitcases, you open me the door of your house, your intimacy. Being us débarassés of our clothes and put comfortable, you invite me to sit down on the sofa and are of use to me a warm drink to warm me. You come to sit down close on my left.We continue to be exchanged some subjects but little by little, the words get lost ease and sometimes they give way to the silence. A silence which is not it really because our glances are. "Shall I get candles, do you think? Or wait and see if it comes on? It's eerie that it's so dark, isn't it?"Her thigh pressed tight against mine, warm and sensual."Let's wait. I like to watch the lightning." I said."Hmmmm, you know that it scares me sometimes, though?"Yes. I'll hold your hand." I reassured her.The storm raged on; a heavy, drenching rain was lighted by the sporadic flashes of lightning. Beautiful, really.Then ... and then ... her hand gently grasped my balls and cock through my.