“ She says.Tell us about your sex-life... She smiles into camera, as if she’s contemplating how much to tell.Then we’re in a taxi, heading out o... the airport, briefly onto a busy road. Hope looking out of the window, talking to us without looking at the camera.“I’ve only had five lovers. All of them were older men – experienced men. I like a man who knows what he’s doing.” She turns to face camera and can’t resist a wicked little grin. “I know what I’m doing.”An exterior shot of the taxi. Just ignore the wet face and rise back to her chest and give her nipples some more attention. Push her hands back again, keeping them off you. If she has to use her hands, she has to think about it, and we want her not to think. Nipples, that's it, nipples. Suck, pull, lick, suck, and flick the nipples that are directly connected to her clit.Sensitivity should be high now, so I do not suggest a wet tongue down the side. I do suggest moving back between her legs again. Blow some air on her pussy. An image came to him, albeit dimly, like peering into a mist. It was his room, back in the old house in Randall. He was five again, holding the baseball in his hand for the first time."You practice with that now, Richie," his father had told him. "It'll take you awhile to build yourself up, before you get good. Just don't give up."But his father gave up, didn't he? The going got tough and he left.Richie closed his eyes tightly and thrust the ball back into his pocket. He picked up his bike.You. " He commanded me with a stern tone.I confessed to my lack of practice but assured him I would try. I began to stroke, following the commands of the video that was playing in the background. After a short time he told me to pick up pace and I could feel the cum beginning to boil over. My balls tensed and my cock ached to find release. I stroked to the edge and encouraged it on just a bit. It was the point of no return I was going to cum whether I wanted to or not. As a dutiful sub I freed.