”“I'm glad you like them, Alice.”Alice laughed. It was impossible to tell whether Stephanie was being sarcastic or not. “Hold still, Stephanie... I can’t help myself. Or rather, I don’t want to.” With that, she swatted the inflamed cheeks again and again, ten times on each rump, accompanied by loud gasps from Stephanie. “OW! Alice, that really hurts!” Stephanie stood up, rubbing her bum and dancing from foot to foot. Alice grinned at the sight and whisked off her skirt, flopping into an easy. Standing by the foot of Matt’s bed in only my thong panties, I unzipped Matt’s pants and pushed his slacks and boxers to the floor so he could step out of them while he peeled off his shirt and let it drop. Then he re-attached his hands to my jiggling boobs while I playfully slapped his nearly erect shaft to watch it swing back and forth between his legs. I gently nudged him backward until he was sitting on the end of the bed, then knelt between his legs and used one hand to fondle his balls as. . every day this week, you are going to arrive home to find me dressed not unlike I was today... and ready to play with you.” As the last words crossed her lips, she began gently rubbing my cock over my pants. She was quiet for a few seconds while she squeezed and groped the growing bulge in my pants, then she continued whispering in my ear, “But there is a catch... you, my good boy, are not going to cum.” I smiled, tease and denial was my favorite thing in the world. I even loved the aching. .I need you to cover me, to make me yours and yours alone, again and again. I whimper out, "Please Master," Your shirt that I’m wearing falls open and you begin to suck and bite my breasts, causing me to cry out. Tears run out of my eyes, but they are not tears of fear. I know you know my past. I know that you know I was raped. I know my safe words still work in this situation, but I also know that you won’t hurt me…that’s your worst fear. Even though my body aches, the pleasure fogs my brain.