I raised my hips, grinding myself to his face. He pushed his fingers into my pussy. I squirmed, feeling elated. His lips attached to my clit, and he s...arted sucking. My head thrashed side to side as his deliriously sweet assault continued. “God, don’t stop!” I moaned. He shook his head, creating new sensations and vibrations. Then he curled his fingers. That was new. I screamed, my hips raising off the bed in one of the most mind blowing orgasms I’d ever had. As I floated back down to earth,. ‘ My confidence drains as I look into his cold dark eyes. Quickly stepping into the black patent stilettos, my toes cry in protest at the tight confinement I am forcing them into. I walk over to my Master for his inspection, head chastely bowed. ‘I am ready Sir. ‘My voice catches in my throat. ‘Not quite yet Sally.’ My Master’s hand tilts my chin up, pulling me towards him. My heart is pounding as I prepare for his kiss, my eyes are fluttering beneath their closed lids. His hands trail softly. The feel of her in his arms was having an effect he hadn’t anticipated, and suddenly his jeans were way too tight. ‘Come on, April, don’t cry,’ he said, ‘everything will be all right. You…you just have to give it time.’ He wondered why his voice sounded funny. April, too, realized something was happening. Her body was tingled where Bobby was touching her. ‘My God!’ she thought, shocked, ‘What the hell is going on?’ And she thought that Bobby’s voice sounded funny, too. She leaned back, saw the. That enigmatic smile again and a tiny lift of his chin signaled his approval, and I could almost feel his gaze as a living thing on my inner thighs. I wanted to see him, to watch him touch himself, and he seemed to expect a quid pro quo. God, I was getting so wet! At the next stop the last three people on our car - other than the two of us - stood and moved to the door. When he rose behind them, bringing up the back of the line, I almost cried out for him not to go! My stop was next, only a few.