Then I found she had 'come prepared' and was wearing no knickers ;-) I could feel in the dark that she had a shaved pussy so I let my fingers find her...pussy lips and stared to play with them gently. She whispered in my ear "Baby I like it rougher than that...". I didn't need telling twice! I forced my hand hard into her pussy, ramming my fingers into her cunt so hard that she gasped, but clung on even tighter to me.I carried on fingering her harder and harder, with her writhing with pleasure. As she was quickly discovering, however, he was taking the game to a whole other level, and she might as well resign herself to his will, body and soul. It would do much better to think of herself as a base animal, and simply follow orders, rather than try to anticipate and assume she knew what was coming next. This resolve, once she committed herself to it, was the only way she could force herself to follow his next command. For the tap was most certainly not where he intended her to get. Again as I approached orgasm she stopped, She climbed off me and released my arms and hands, a blindfold was reapplied. I heard her retreat and then heard th sound of satin sliding over stockings. I heard the footsteps approaching and then heard the skirt being lifted. She took my hand and brushed it up her stocking clad legs, up to the soft skin above the stockings, upwards and upwards, She took my hand and wrapped it around something hard and warm, she used my hand to pump her penis, moaning. ‘I’ve missed you so much!’ I cried when she answered, just hearing the sound of her voice made me wet. ‘Can I come home yet?’ ‘Poor Linnea, I’ve missed you too,’ she crooned. ‘How did your dinner go? I was starting to get worried.’ ‘It was okay,’ I prevaricated. ‘I got the deal.’ It felt like she was right there next to me, and I dreaded what I was going to have to tell her. ‘Just okay? That should be fantastic!’ she said, finally letting a little emotion into her voice. ‘What’s wrong, Linnea?.