Cathy's fingers found her breast and clitoris but, strangely enough, tonight, she could not reach orgasm. She lay back, wondering if she had pushed to... hard or perhaps that she was more fatigued than she had thought. Either way, she was not concerned. There was always tomorrow. She finally drifted off to sleep amid images of the hero and heroine making passionate love.She awoke... or did she? Was she now awake or was she dreaming that she had awakened? She wasn't sure. The small table. Bethany had become Ronni’s mistress, in the dominant sense, and Ronni was had become Bethany’s plaything and sex toy, a doll to divert herself with. And, in either girl’s bedroom, behind closed doors, her complete and devoted slave.So perhaps it was the combination of these musings over her erotic submission with the fact that Bethany had forced her to edge seventeen times over the last three days without once allowing her to climax that had the seventh grader a-boil as she turned onto the walk. We leave, me following him in my car. He's not that far from the bar, about 10 minutes. In that time I stroke my clit, fantasizing of him fucking me.His apartment is clean and nice. Slightly different than what I pictured. As soon as the door closed, he kissed me hard. My hands worked hard but finally I was able to unbuckle his pants and quickly slid my hand on them. I wrap my hands around his cock and stroke him.We only kiss for a few minutes. I pull back and look him in the eyes. "I want you. Aishi bate chalti rahi aur hum log pahuch gai aur usne jate vakt le jane ko kha maine bhi thik hai bolaPahile din o thod piche bati thiDusre din jab mai ja raha tha to o mera wait kar rahi thi muje dekh kar muskurane lagiMaine pucha aaj khsh lag rahi ho o boli muje patener jo mil gaya hai mai samja nahi,aaj o muje stta kar baithi thi or meri bag aage leneko kahirahi thi maine bag aage liya or o kafhi set kar baith gai jis se uske boobs mere pith ko touch ho rahe the aour uski janghe kya soft.