I telephoned you, and gave you ten minutes to be outside your front door. Besides anything you might otherwise want, you were to grab a pair of hiking...shoes, a cute little innocent bra and matching underwear. Outer clothing was entirely up to you. Nine minutes later, I pulled up in front of your place. You bounced down the sidewalk, and jumped into the passenger seat of my car, grinning at me. I was wearing walking shorts, my hiking boots and a white t-shirt. I had a button down in the back. He could think of no reason he would ever need to erase something from the Rileys' security system. If he did, something was terribly wrong in his life."This puts us into the security company's servers," Regan explained. "We have 48 hours to remove anything we don't necessarily want them to have access to – like a group of teenagers with their asses hanging out at the pool. In the morning, they will pull up the files from Thursday and review them for anything suspicious. The files are in. " He contiunes to ignore my pleas and makes his way down my body, leaving wet trails with his mouth. Making a swirl around my belly button. Hecontinueshis way down until he gets to my wet pussy, replacing his fingers with his mouth. He dips his tongue into me, using his finger to rub my clit. "Oh yea, that feels so fucking good," I say, as I bury my fingers in his dark hair and arch my hips. I grind myself against his mouth. He starts to tease my pussy with his mouth for what seems like hours.. I've had a few boyfriends and I'm not a virgin but it all seemed so sordid somehow, back seats of their cars or in some dark alley. No, what I wanted was a guy like 'Sir Stephen' to take control of my life and my body. At first, I didn't like the idea of being beaten or whipped but I understand why for it makes you obedient. My orgasms generated while watching the orgy scenes would be mind blowing. I would be naked and my fingers working between my legs as I imagined being used solely as a sex.