Ding.A picture. One of my hands has abandoned my perky nipple and is resting inside my thigh. My legs are spread wide so you can witness every inch of...my delicious pussy. I am shaven bare and my lips are neat and tidy. This is your favorite text thus far. You wish you could taste me - feel me - fuck me.Kicking your covers off allows you the freedom to work your cock better. I witness it in all its glory and wish I could mount you and ease myself down your stiff shaft. But, this is about you. It. " Oh, I'm with you on that one," Claire chuckled. "How about seafood? Do you like seafood?" I'm from Maine," he replied. "Of course I do. Are there any decent seafood restaurants in this town?" Let's see. I'm assuming you're talking fresh seafood, which rules out Red Lobster and Captain D's." She paused for a moment."There's Chesapeake's downtown. There's also Cajun Bay down by the road to the airport, but that's more a casual-type place. Their food is awesome, though. If you've ever wanted to. "You're so fucking hard because of this aren't you, bitch? Huh, mywords getting you all hot and bothered? Or is it the bondage? Little ofboth, I'd guess. Ground rules for your clitty are as follows. Under nocircumstances are you to EVER touch yourself sexually unless you have mypermission. The only permissible touching of that area by you is in theshower or on the toilet; both situations would be purely for hygienepurposes only. Otherwise your clit is what it is; a useless appendage thatI. Kicking my shoes off proved to be a problem. My pants pushed down to my thighs had let the legs bunch up over my shoes. I know I had to look ridiculous, but she kept a look of fearful anticipation on her face while I struggled. Eventually, I freed my feet so I could shove my pants and underwear down. That left me with the problem of my socks.In a flash of inspiration, I climbed into the bed. I moved over top of her, straddling her body, and took a moment to lift each foot to slip my socks.