‘The key’s working just fine’, she thought as she picked it up and slid it discretely under the hem of her underwear. Kate was starting to pani..., “Can you try?” she begged holding out the wrong key. Emma tried as best she could, even though she knew that there was no way it was going to open. As Emma’s long painted nails were slowly sliding the key back and forth, the women saw a small flash of light come from inside the box. “Fuck, he’s stuck at this size for another day!” Kate cried as she. I was still blissfully dreamy, and didn't know quite what to expect next. He then moved to be at my side, and again began to massage my arms and sides up to my armpits. He then ran his hands up and together on my chest to just below my breasts, he pushed both his hands up between my breasts, up to my shoulders and back down my sides again. I was somewhat confused by his move, unsure what had just happened, or what to do or say. I was trying to figure out what was going. “Stockings”, again the hold ups went in a second my eyes never leaving his, deep eyes piercing, hypnotic and controlling. The next item I knew would be revealing my 32 b cup breasts to his gaze, my breasts have not been seen by many men, and this stranger who we had met but half an hour ago was about to see them at his single word command. There was a pause, you could have heard a pin drop, the single word ‘BRA’ and my hands without hesitation went to the clasp, the small black item. No performance pressure in that, is there?Since the ivory prick was still firmly ensconced in her love canal, I figure I would begin by concentrating on her breasts. Like many red heads, her nipples were a bright pink rather than the more brownish colors found on darker-haired women. I tweaked and twisted while I listened to her pant and moan.Once those pink nipples were standing fully at attention, I took one of them into my mouth and suckled for just a moment. Her gasp and moan of pleasure.