Donna’s lips were still toying with his penis, “Remember you’re only ever five seconds from passing out,” Donna whispered, “but be good and ...’ll release you in the morning.”“Morning?”Sam felt a wave of claustrophobic panic roll over him, as he lay on his side locked in Donna’s head scissors. His nose was pushing her underwear between her cheeks and, with his mouth all but blocked, his only air was filtered through the warm blue lacy fabric.“Breath control is a wonderful way to control your. He had scrubbed his face and puton a light coating of new makeup. He had taken off all of his clothesand put on the silky slinky nightie that had been laid out for him. Atfirst he had felt almost naked without his stockings, but the nightiefelt so delicious as it rubbed against his skin as he walked to thebedroom at the end of the hall.When he reached the room, he let out a little eek of surprise. GeorgeWashington was laying on top of the bed, fully naked, his large cockflaccid, but gleaming in. Her fingers start to caress the swollen tip, massaging the pre-cum dribbling out of the slit into the taut skin. My fingers slides back and forth quicker over her pussy, then I lift up her dress and run my fingers over her tiny silk panties. I move the panties to one side and slide a finger between the warm wetness of her pussy lips and up to her throbbing clit. She moans deeply and moves her hips further forward, spreading her legs wide as she shifts, giving me a perfect view of her pussy. I. I felt like some kind of pervert. But I was having fun. I took off my bra and cupped my breasts in my hands, thinking of him seeing me like this. I could feel the familiar ache of excitement in my pussy. The last photo was of me on the bed, wide open, showing him everything I had. I had to use my vibrator. A couple of times.The photo I sent him only showed my face. He said he thought I was beautiful. I didn't really believe him but there was a little spark of hope that seemed to grow stronger.