But if I am in an asylum, perhaps the words I think I'm speaking to you are being heard by-But I digress. I suppose I should consider you tolerant for...having ignored my instructions that you call the police on me. Here, I'll make the decision easy for you. A nice little touch here-But doctor, you have such beautiful breasts! Why wouldn't I be touching them? Besides, it doesn't count as molestation if you still have your shirt on, does it? Still, you really ought to be calling security. I've. La un moment dat mana matusii aluneca pe pieptul meu in jos si se opreste pe pula. A inceput sa mi-o frece usor ,iar buzele s-au lipit brusc si am inceput sa ne sarutam . Fara sa-mi dau seama,matusa a intrerupt seria de saruturi si a inceput sa-mi suga pula in timp ce ma privea in ochi. Mi-am facut si eu curaj si am inceput sa-i ating sanii ,iar dupa putin timp pizda,moment in care am observat ca era uda. Am ridicat-o si am pus-o peste mine. Si-a fixat singura pula la intrare in vagin si am. “Is that comfortable?” I whisper in her ear. “Mmmmm,” she responds, nodding slightly and leaning her head back against my chest. I run my fingers through her long blonde hair and my head moves down to inhale its sweet scent. I gently hold it away from her neck and she feels my lips brush over the sensitive skin, hot lips caressing it and moving all around it. My tongue flicks against the lobe of her ear and I nibble gently on it. Again she moves her head around towards me but again I whisper. “Normally I’d think that I’d be the one in control. I wouldn’t ever dream of being turned on by being the one who is humiliated.” “I just might do it again as well” I threatened, as much for something to say. And kind of regretted the stupidity as soon as it came out. “No, I think that you had better say you’re sorry and that you’ll never do it again.” “Why?” I challenged. What on earth is she saying? What am I saying. Where is the exit from this conversation? “I’ve already told you why. I’m.