" She said as she reached to rub her hand over the bulge that began to grow in my pants.I sighed in resignation and she looked into my eyes. "I know y...u feel guilty that I perform on you and I can't and won't allow you to perform on me, but believe me. You're still making me happy and it's very satisfying. You'll have your way with me soon enough. If it wasn't mutual pleasure I wouldn't instigate it."She slid her hand over me again slipping her finger under the zipper fold and found the tab and. He feels my shiver with his hands and I look into the mirror to catch him watching my reaction. My smile disappears as he stares at me, looking me in the eye as he slowly and softly runs his lips and tongue up my neck to my jaw line and then back down again. I reach up behind me and put my hand in his hair, running my fingers through, then pulling a little. He pulls away from me a little, first looking at the front of my body from the mirror, then holding my hips with both hands and looking at. I couldn't imagine what else she could be hiding."Sometimes I think about what I must have looked like, David - crawling around on the floor, begging to be fucked to the point of exhaustion, and God, there was just so much of my desperate pleading with him to fuck me and let me come on so many nights. If someone would have seen me... And then, just when I cringe and want to curl up in a ball and hide from all of it, I want it again. It's like something in my blood. It builds and builds until I. ."How the hell did she manage that without me seeing, I wondered?"That was a bit cheeky, giving you stuff I had not seen, even on sale-or-return." I muttered, prevaricating for time. I was completely bemused by the girl — this collarmaid would never cease to amaze me. I wondered vaguely what "equipment" meant, and was I going to go along with this? Although I had heard that really perverted people sometimes did that sort of thing, it was not something I had ever imagined. Then the memory swam.