.." Tugging on her bonds she tried to keep from begging. Begging doesn't do any good. He'll make me come when he's ready."Soon." His promise was whisp...red against her most sensitive flesh. One hand reached up to pinch at her hard nipples while the other ran the melting ice cube over her bare folds. Pleasure shot down to her inner thighs. When she finally started to plead with him, he lifted his head."Please, Caleb, sir. I'll do anything." Anything?" He gave the crease of her leg a slow. Suddenly the telephone on a table adjacent to the armchair buzzed with activity and he almost panicked. Pale with shock and with guilt rippling in his belly, he moved over to pick up the handset. ‘H-hello. This is Mrs Boroclough’s house.’ ‘Poppy!’ Mrs Boroclough’s voice snapped into his ear from the other end of the line. ‘Yes, Mrs Boroclough.’ ‘Were you sleeping?’ ‘Um, no Mrs Boroclough. I – er – I was reading, Mrs Boroclough.’ ‘If you’ve finished your chores you should sleep when I’m not. Dave was a web designer, a splicer of hot graphics and cool code.He glanced in her direction and saw her, a smile breaking across his face instantly. He dimpled when he smiled - she'd noticed that when she first met him. He moved the bag to the floor and she sat down beside him, shrugging off her coat and dropping her hat on top of it. Both immediately beginning to steam, their white dusting turning to glistening rivulets that began to spot on the floor."Found it, then?" No probs. Christ, it's. She sighed softly into the phone and her legs parted slowly. I replaced my thumb with a finger and when she was slippery enough, added another. She rocked back and forth, getting wetter and wetter. I was surprised at how calm her voice was as she came, her juices running down my fingers. I knelt behind her and tugged her panties to her knees, hiking her skirt up and spreading the lobes of her buttocks. Her pink rosebud sank in as she tensed, realizing that was the object of my attention,.