This time I felt his tongue run on my lower part of my lip and I slightly opened my mouth. Still shaking, I met his tongue with mine… He was very pa...ient and took his time caressing me, making me feel comfortable. He kissed my neck and made his way slowly to my right breast and kissed it, then I felt his warm wet tongue on my nipple, his hand massaged my breast as he took it in his mouth, I kept my eyes closed but placed my hand on his head caressing his hair, he switched over to my left breast. A quick glance at the time on my cell phone told me I was a few minutes early so I smoked a cigarette and thought about this enigmatic self confessed sadist I was about to meet for the first time.He had sent me a message about ten weeks previously in response to an I had placed on an Internet dating site for those with an interest in BDSM. Before then I had had a little real time experience as a submissive and had no interest in anything other than real time. However up until this meeting all. She was being fair and grown up "out loud" so that Mark could hear her, but she was making faces to us all the while and it was obvious that she very much wanted to be in on the "action".She opened the door and stepped aside as Mark entered, then she went back up to the house and in to the kitchen. We asked Mark what was going on. "I can't do it with her here", he replied, trying to appear all "Mr Cool" but obviously ill at ease with the fact that it was now his turn. "Why not?", I found myself. "Not quite yet, darling. I will go downstairs and prepare our meal. You stay here, on the bed - as you promised. Is that clear?" Carissa nodded, surprised at how grateful she felt for this small gesture from him. He was letting her alone in a room without being tied up. It wasn't much, but it was a start."Yes. I'll stay on the bed. I promise." She decided to reward him by dipping her hand to her sex and stroking herself. "Don't be too long." His eyes flared with hunger as he watched her touch.