Between nuzzling her neck and fondling these massive warm breasts, there is little room left for deductive reasoning. Whether simply a case of my ‘...aking hay while the sun shines’, or the lady is impelled by forces outside of her control, it just seems to me that her body language is urging me onto even greater daring. Not by the spoken word of course – we have not exchanged so much as a ‘hello’, but simply the way she is pressing herself up against me. Working undercover I tunnel south. .don't do that!" Then stay still, and give in to the pleasure you're feeling..." Suddenly, Miss Jessica squeezed my clit hard between her thumb and forefinger. I cried out in pain and pleasure, screaming with the ecstasy I felt at her touch."OHHH! Ahh...ahh...no...let go! PLEASE LET GO!" I cried, not wanting her to see how much the squeezing motion was arousing me."Let go of what?" she asked, awaiting my answer."PLEASE! LET GO OF IT!" "What do you want me to stop squeezing?" the woman said,. Nothing I said seem to make any difference to her and even when I tried to do what she wanted, it did nothing to reduce her anger and controlling tendencies. By the end of the day I was an emotional wreck, and covered in bruises from Lisa's enforcement.She grabbed me roughly and gave me a kiss goodbye. Her constant mistreatment of me meant I no longer took any pleasure in that. I was simply afraid that she would decide she'd had enough of me and snap me like a twig.I had to do something, but I. Even thoughBrenda had packed my nylon nightgown, I had fallen asleep in bra andpanties and wearing my wig, which was a mess. I removed the wig and mybra and falsies. I turned on the shower and started pulling off lastnight's panties and my tiny penis was stuck in the dried semen in thecotton crotch. I had never considered the mess that real women must dealwith regarding men's semen that leaked into their panties. Finding itsomewhat erotic, I pulled very slowly, watching my limp piece of.