"David…please…ohh, God that feels so good…please, David stop," I moaned out and jerked my hand away from his crotch. "Why? You like it, don't y...u?" he whispered in my ear. He tried to put my hand back on his crotch but I resisted."Yes, but please stop. It's…we are going too fast." I pushed him off of me and we both sat up."What's wrong," he asked and I could tell he was a little angry."Nothing. I just…it was going too fast and…and I just needed to stop." I was not going to try and fuck. Along with the memory of the segment, she remembered why she had such trouble getting up now: it was because she'd been stressing out about it all night. Yeah, they'd be just acting, and nothing would really happen, but still... Just the thought was enough to give her nervous butterflies. After all, a lot of people would be watching that video."Carly!" What?" You need to get dressed." …Oh." Anyway, I have a date. Good luck with your iCarly shoot." Yeah..."After Spencer left – 'who schedules a. I'd never gone this far with dressing up. It was just clothes wearing mostly but she had some things she added and it all made my heart race. She was giggling at every addition. I was wearing a white vintage open bottomed 6 garter girdle that was at least two sizes too small but that was my favorite because I love the way my skin bulges out from under the material. Add some heavy duty full foot stockings (theses could have been considered compression stockings they were so stout) the feeling is. “That’s it, trust and obey me and you will know pleasure like never before.” My hostess has moved behind me and is slipping loops of silken rope around my ankles. Moving in front of me, she repeats the action with my wrists and as she pulls she ropes taught I find myself being forced over the back of the couch, my ass in the air. I can’t move with my ankles connected to my wrists via the ropes which now run under the couch. “Of course to appreciate pleasure one has to appreciate pain,” she.