Pushing you back against the bed until you come to rest against it….kissing you…I help you shimmy backwards and fully onto the bed…and then I la... you down…my body hovering over yours…my lips against yours…but I can’t stay there…I need you…..and I can feel your need for me…so keeping myself hovering just above you…our bodies barely touching…I slowly slide downwards…kissing your neck….one hand steadies me while the other roams over your body….resting briefly on one of your breasts….massaging….my. He did not even speak to me but had the audacity to unbutton my slacks and remove my belt. I felt his expert fingers remove my buttons and slide under my waist band. My eyes darted around wildly as Bradley continued pumping steadily. The man had pulled my pants and underwear to my knees in one quick motion before I felt the breeze caress my bare skin. My cock had been hard for quite some time and the touching only served to stimulate me. The distinct sound of scissors filled the otherwise. After a month of uncertainty rumour became fact and redundancy notices began to be issued. Rachel knew she was doomed. Desmond had grown colder towards her with each passing day, especially since giving her a strong hint that if she played ball and let him fuck her, he would be prepared to lobby for her retainment. She had flatly refused. As a result, she was almost the first to be dismissed. Her final pay was boosted by a redundancy payment, but it amounted to very little when the cost of. "This is my favorite. Just watching my horny, little girl writhe in heat. I love you so much. And that's why I'm going to be careful with you. I can't ever give you more than you need, or deserve. If I do, I might end up actually taking away from you. And that's something I never want to do." Mistress' voice was like caramel. I could listen to it forever. It warmed me straight to my core and spoke to my soul. Over and over, Mistress repeated her process. She would tease my clit until I started.