I was curling my fingers inside her and in one glorious moment she arched her back and cried. Thankfully, she hadn’t stopped her ministrations as it...took me just a moment longer to break into my final climax of that night.Ginny spun about me again and collapsed to my side, resting an arm around my chest and gazing into my eyes. We were panting, but still very clearly smiling at each other. She kissed me once on my forehead and said very softly “Thank you, ‘Mione.”I couldn’t help but grin a bit. I turned onto my knees and pulled her forward. I took her panties into my hands and gently began removing them. She reflexively lifted her hips. I wasn’t sure if she knew she did because she still seemed to be in a fog of bliss. She was moaning and mumbling something too soft to be understood. I pulled each leg up and over my shoulders and leaned in to return volley. Yes. That is indeed how I was going to play. I began with her clit, lightly flicking, circling, and nibbling it. She shuddered. At 14 (a birthday which had been forgotten), I was nevertheless rather shy and not sure of myself. Too skinny and complexed about my body and yet small breasts, I had messed around a little with friends from school, but tended to prefer my bedroom and my hands to whatever it was they could do to me. I had been invited to go to a recording in order to help a band finish their CD, a real honour for me. I wasn’t a great musician or anything, it just happened that I was able both to play the violin. ?After all, when Traddles had been living with me, I’d locked him in the belt, at his request, and we’d started out keeping him locked up for a week or two at a time, to see how it went, him getting to fuck me after seven long days of chastity??I looked over at Traddles’s cock bulging against the chastity cage. It looked almost purple. Then to torture him a bit while his ex-wife Rethea was talking, I opened my shirt and flashed my cleavage, just for fun! Rethea continued. ?And then after I got.