I asked “nani, tumar ball gojay nai (granny, have your pubic hairs not grown)?” She smiled and replied “gojibo na ken, juan kale koto ghono baal...chhilo, aste aste sob uitthya gese (why will not be grown, I had thick bush of pubic hairs in my young age, gradually all were rooted out).” I then began to titillate her clitoris and was rubbing her clitoris and orifice of the pussy hole gently and she may enjoy, because she was shutting her eyes. After rubbing about 2 minutes I noticed that suddenly. The only thing she could hear was her rapidly beating heart. The next thing she knew the girl felt something gently brush her cheek but it was freezing cold. She shuddered before a whimper escaped her lips. Next her bound wrists and hands felt as if they were encased in a ball of ice and it became so cold that for a minute she couldn’t feel them.Then without warning the cold was gone and when she pulled against the rope it shattered into many small pieces like a splintered ice cube. She was. I wanted him to touch me and I wanted to touch him. I wanted to clean the crown of his cock with my tongue. I wanted it to be my hand silently pumping him toward his inevitable climax.Without stopping the pistoning action between my legs, nor taking my eyes off the dripping tip of his cock, I beckoned him with my eyes. I didn't want him to touch me, to impale me, even to help. But I needed him closer. Within reach. Not of my slippery fingers, or my rhythmically thrusting lips. No, I needed him. ?Yes. I have to say, he is so much better behaved after I get his boy spunk to dribble through the grate of his chastity belt. He had a little trouble coping at first, but now he practically begs for it. I guess that because he has never experienced a full orgasm, getting his prostate rubbed feels almost as good as our clits.? ?But how can you do that to your own flesh?? ?Well, it seems to me that it would almost be more cruel not to. Someday he will go out into the world where I can?t protect.