“I want you so bad,” she said, her hand moving up and down faster as it could go as he drove them home. “Pull over, you can take me right now.�... Her other hand was trying it’s damnedest to get her off. But the Master’s needs were her first priority, and it seemed that she couldn’t satisfy both of them at once. “Please, Master,” she begged, leaning down and kissing the head of his dick. “I’m so wet, I’m so horny. I want you in me.”His dick twitched in her hand, but he didn’t reply. Rather, he. My pet was working the pearl beads enthusiastically along her slit and in literally a minute she was begging me to let her orgasm. I told her to stop rubbing and pinch her nipples a few times for me. Doing so brought a look of pleasure and agony to her face. Then I told her to go back to rubbing and over the course of the next 20 minutes she begged me for release two dozen times. My pet had been made to tease herself and edge without climax now for the last several days and her ability to stop. I’m not sure whether it was because she was pretty or whether it was that her panty clad bottom was showing cheekily under a ridiculously short skirt. She must have been 21 or 22, her hair was tied in bunches and she had dotted freckles over her face. Her blouse was two sizes too small for her which meant that her pert breasts strained the buttons. It had also been tied at the waist which showed a flat, tanned tummy. I felt my cock harden in my trousers. I had to have her. Looking at her. I. Shaking it out to its full extent, fluffing with my hands, I took a moment to enjoy the natural freedom of unbound long hair. My arousal was obvious, with my open mouth, tongue licking my lips, and my sensuous moans. I stopped at Wes's front row chair, pulled the straps off my shoulders and dropped the top. I leaned over him so my boobs were one foot away while I continued to play, amusing Wes, the crowd, and myself. I looked directly at him the whole time, flashing a big smile. He looked up,.