"Just put on a t-shirt and shorts and meet me back in the TV room. Okay?" He had made some plans about how to start, but he didn’t know how fast he ...ould get Shawna out of her clothes and into bed. He was nervous, he realized.Twenty minutes later, he was sitting on the floor of the TV room with his back to the ottoman. Shawna came in, her still damp hair pulled back with a head band. She looked younger than she was and very vulnerable. He patted his lap. “Remember how we were?” he asked. She. I’ve fully prepared myself for all the ways you might wish to make use of me.”“Thank you. Your safe words are yellow and red. Three taps or five if you can’t speak. Do I need to explain what they mean?”“Only if you wish it, Sir.”“I may change how I address you depending on what we’re doing at the time. Do you understand?”“It doesn’t matter, Sir. I’m yours to name as you wish.”“Today, there’s only one overriding rule: there are no restrictions on your orgasms, and that won’t change no matter. His left hand grabbed eagerly at my breast, and he lowered his mouth to it. I could feel the warmth of his breath on me before his lips even caressed me, causing me to arch my back in pleasure. He began with sweet kisses, soft and gentle, barely there, then he flicked his tongue over my nipple, teasing it again and again. I squirmed under him, trying to press myself to him, but he pushed me back down to the bed, and began biting and sucking, driving me wild. Then he moved on to the other. He stayed motionless inside me for the longest of time, letting my body acclimate itself to the new fullness it was experiencing. I had never experience such fullness, not even as a virgin. Still not moving inside me, he leaned forward to take my nipples in his mouth, first one then the other. Working back and forth between them, running his tongue over and around them, he had them throbbing like two fiery-hot coals atop my cooler tit flesh. Taking them gently between his teeth, he stretched.