Gently stroking my small, pink, erect nipple. I bit my lip, and let out a small moan. God, her hands felt good against my tits. She got on her knees, ...nd teased my nipple with her tongue. Slowly circling, and gently sucking on my tits. She stopped, and ran her hands down my flat stomach, her eyes gleaming at the site of my belly piercing. "That's hot." She said. She pulled down my shorts, and moved her tongue up my thigh too the side of my wet pussy, just on the edge of my panties. She used her. She sat with her mistress drinking tea for the rest of the evening. The day of the wedding Elizabeth woke and hoped that it had all been a dream until she looked across the room and saw her wedding dress, her heart sunk and she knew it was real. The wedding was a traditional English wedding lasting for hours, Elizabeth thought it would never end. At the reception dinner she sat solemnly at the side of her new husband, whilst everyone else in the room laughed and made merry she wished to be up. She leaned forward and they kissed again. His hands caressed her back and her breasts as their breathing deepened into moans of pleasure."What happened?" Doc asked as he noticed streaks of blood down her inner thighs as she knelt on the bed and straddled him."It doesn't matter now. Nothing matters but us," she said as she sank down on him.Moans and groans of pleasure filled the room as she rocked back and forth, up and down on him. Their orgasms were upon them almost immediately and she. This is a lot more difficult than it looks, I recall thinking to myself. I’d instructed girls in the proper ways of manual pleasure on several occasions, guided their movements in such a way as to insure the utmost gratification for myself. Finding myself now in a position where I had to give pleasure to another man was, however, a different matter altogether. As uncomfortable as my position was, Franz was my mentor and I wanted to please him.After some time he stopped me and told me to have.