I bent over and dragged the coffee table back over so that it was above his head and placed my kitchen items on top. I knelt down straddling his chest... the soft cotton of my yoga pants barely rubbing his chest as I rested most of my weight on my knees. I smiled at him and pulled his arms up over his head my tits rubbing on his cheeks as he let me place them near the legs of the coffee table. He was starting to get that smirk on his face again and I smiled into those handsome eyes as I pulled my. I could feel the blood rushing even more quickly to this most sensitive part of my body as I again raised my hips to receive another blow. Instead it came across my breasts, both nipples feeling the light stinging sensation as he brought down the whip. I writhe again, it is so lovely, how have I never understood this before. I want more, but know I must not ask, or he may stop altogether. Leaning forward again he kissed me deeply, and as I respond I realised I could taste myself on his. "What's the matter Sam? Why aren't you pulling out a steak or some barbecue chicken out of your backpack?" Carly asked."Oh, I'm not hungry." Sam said."Okay, tell me what's wrong," Carly said, knowing something was up since Sam wasn't hungry. Sam was and always had been hungry."Nothing really is wrong. I just have to tell you something and it's pretty big." What is it?" Do you remember how Freddie and I promised you that we wouldn't keep secrets from you anymore after you found out that we. I thought I could hear his breathing; it could not have been my imagination. It seemed like hours before I heard or felt movement, even though I know it was maybe only ten minutes. I felt his eyes on my body, maybe planning his next step. Finally, I heard him close the drawer to the bedside table. I tried to listen for any telltale sounds but all I heard was him moving around the bed. I pulled on my restraints to see if they were loose enough to move but they held tight. I was spread open for.