I rub the varnished wood with my hand, right where she humped her way to her orgasm. “A pint?” She says loud enough for the few other people to he...r. “Yes please, Eva.” She blushes when I say her name. “We need to talk,” she whispers furiously, again reminding me of a kitten thinking it's a tiger. She walks out from behind the bar and towards the cellar door. “Can you help me with those... boxes?” She asks loud enough for everyone to hear. I shrug and walk after her; the customers are all too. Slowly she wrapped her hand around the shaft and held on. "rub up and down, like this," I said jerking off the air in front of my face. "No!" she said. But her curiosity was getting the better of her and she started moving her hand slowly. As she did I put my hand on her tanned thigh. I wanted to just rip those shorts right off her. Because of Tori I tended to think of Cassy as a little kid. It was hard to remember a lot of the time that she was actually older than me."Faster," I implored.. I was slightly leaning over to suck him with my tits moving back and forth with each change of motion. I could feel him swelling in my mouth and he started moving back and forth toward me. After a few minutes, he reached around me and took each tit in his hand and squeezed them. I released him from my mouth and gasped. The pressure on my chest sent waves down my body. I dove back on his cock. Its all I wanted in the world. I went harder and faster on his cock. I wanted him to cum. I craved it.. Waiting in my slave position in my patented white outfit, White balletboots, white stockings connected to my white corset and my chastity andcollar master came and fitted my arms into a brutal white arm binder whichfused my arms together at the elbows and drew my shoulders back. I hadstarted to secretly crave the arm binder, controlling me in such a strongand uncompromising manner and allowing Master full access to my body withno chance of defending myself, not that I would ever dream of it at.