He was reluctant, but Pat insisted. On the floor, Pat put her hands around Des's neck. There was quite a difference in their height, so Pat had to rea...h. It caused a bit of a stir because Pat's skirt rode up. Anyone that cared to look could see Pat was wearing stockings.Derick, who was sitting next to me, joked I should keep an eye on Pat and Des. He didn't have much room to talk. Derick had his eyes fixed on Pat's thighs and ass. I put his comment down to jealousy.On my other side was Derick's. ”“You asked so nicely…” I slap her again, this time on the other side. After virtually no pause, she commands me “Again!”Again. A little harder. “Yeah! Fuck… We keep this up much longer and you’re going to make me cum.”“Good. But keep on fucking me, because you’re about to make me cum. Oh, fuck… Come one. Keep going. Push me.”Just another moment. I can only extend this for so long… The feeling of her tight, wet, hot pussy gripping my cock is starting to overwhelm me. I know I have. Candles are burning in every corner of the room and I recognize a sexy R & B CD playing softly in the background. Eagerly she pulls my sweater over my head and immediately her mouth is sucking my breast. My knees feel weak and I push her back onto the bed climbing on top. We kiss long, hard and deep. It feels like every nerve in my body is firing as I undress her first with my eyes and then with my hands. Kissing each part of her body as it is exposed. Tasting her with my tongue, my hands. Then there was the humiliation she was feeling. Everything she had seen and experienced so far today told her that the ropes were invisible, but when wearing nothing but a school swimsuit, she felt like the whole world could see her in this shameful straightjacket. Then there were the lines, the black lines on her skin, as wide as her fingers and clear as day. Luckily, swimsuits at a Catholic school were as modest they could be. They were more like wetsuits but with shorter sleeves and pants.
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