He moves the stimulator down across my clit and on down to press it against my pussy lips. This buildup is incredible. I've never gotten so close to c...ming so quickly with Dan, but he must hear something in my voice, because he pulls the stimulator away, back down my thigh. I'm writhing, trying to will it back. I know that I can let go of the ropes, but I'm not sure that he'll use this magical device on me if I do, so I just breathe as I listen to the drums and slowly relax. I feel the cloth. You know the old pupil/teacher style thing, looking up to that figure of authority - as I often catch her furtive glances at me in quieter moments. At first she’d quickly turn her head away the moment I noticed her stare, but now she quite confidently holds my eyes and smiles back at me. I’ve also noticed the odd touch from her, on my shoulder, forearm or hand creeping into our interactions. She certainly doesn’t lack any self assurance that’s for sure.And then there’s the coach athlete chats. The dress I ended up with was not a prom gown, but an all white bridaldress! It was off the shoulder, white satin brocade with Irish laceinserts and a small train. I have to admit that nothing made me feelmore feminine than that dress, and I didn't want to take it off. Shoeswith a matching handbag, pearl earrings surrounded with gold, then, momand I expanded my humble wardrobe a bit more with some jeans, a fewblouses, more skirts, and two more dresses. By the time we got home Iwanted to try on. Looking at you, it’s hard to believe you’ve ever had children.”“Well, they’re not as firm and nice as they used to be, but they're big and soft, just right for putting your cock between them, with very sensitive nipples. Treat my nipples just right and I'll be your slave for the night.”“Hmmm … That sounds promising.”He massages my full breasts in his hands, my nipples hardening at his touch as he strokes them with his fingers, then rolls them between his thumb and fingers while gently pulling.