He pulled back then, his dick halfway out, and stroked in and out several times as much for his pleasure fucking her as for the feeling he knew he was...giving Cassie Lee. A minute later, he slid out of her and rolled over beside her. I’d been finger-fucking myself, and now it was my turn. I climbed on, sat on his dick and slid its slickness into me. He put his hands on my hips – “Cassie’s in LaLa land, babe, now it’s our turn.” I leaned over him so he could suck my tits and then started. This last item worried her most, but she darenot refuse. What would she do if the first thing he asked for, she had not got.It didn't bear thinking about.? For twodays she sat at home, watching the computer, waiting for Him to say something.But nothing came. Since telling her he was coming, Nothing! She sat looking atthe handcuffs, the cold metal somehow both threatening, and comforting. Shewanted to feel them on. But dared not. It was His jobto do that to her.? It had never dawnedon her that. There wasn’t anything he wanted that she didn’t uncannily anticipate.And, she did try lots of ways to top that first evening’s performance. A lingerie drawer without limit kept every date an exercise in anticipation. Lace teddies, leather boy shorts, silk g-strings, stockings; she took pride in dressing up, in turning him on. To her credit, “no” was not a word she used. If he wanted it, she was into it. He could not believe this woman’s appetites were as expansive as his own. Maybe more so.When. "What's up?" I said. I knew she probably wouldn't talk to me, but it was worth a shot.Surprisingly, she said, "Well, I have discovered this cool new trick."Well, curiosity got the best of me, and so I asked her to see it. She said that it had to be done, it couldn't really be seen. Okay, I thought. It's worth a shot.So, she got a pink sparkle gel pen, one of the kinds that girls use to write on each other's hands. She told me, "Stick out your right hand." I thought fine, she's probably just.