They came out glistening. "Alright," I said. "Start playing with yourself again. But as I said before, you are not allowed to orgasm." This punishment...continued, and by the tenth time Jessica was told to play with herself, she moaned out that she was close within seconds. "Stop." She removed her fingers obediently, but grunted with frustration. "Do you want to orgasm?" "Oh...oh yes master! Can I please?" "Hm...I don't believe you want to..." "Yes I do! Please master? I'm so horny. I love being. When she put her arm on the back of the pew, her body spasmed a little as I turned it on again and kept it on, not turniig it off until I could see her grip the back of the pew with her hand like she was holding on for life and stiffen up. She turned towards the player and put her head on his shoulder. I turned it off and she relaxed but I could tell she was becoming frustrated and uncomfortable. Frustrated because I wouldn't make her cum and uncomfortable because she was afraid that she would. ”“Don’t worry,” I replied, “We will pay well.”“What’s well?” she asked.“A thousand,” I replied.“Well that sounds reasonable,” she replied.“You know,” I said, lowering my voice, “I have to ask the obligatory…”“Sure,” She replied, “Standing up in front of my desk and unbuttoning her button-down shirt before pulling it from her skinny jeans. She slipped out of the short and placed it on the high back chair and then slipped out of her white lace bra, baring her very attractive 36c cup breasts to. “I’m stuck with this next two weeks of travelling alone.”He paused and his eyes were calming on her face, as she began to hope what might come next. When it came, her breath caught in her throat.His fingers gently touched her cheek as he said, “Would it be too big a strain on your life if you travelled with me?”“Next time?” she asked, blood pounding.“Every time and always,“ he affirmed. “You’d have plenty to write for your magazine.”Almost out of her mind at the prospect, she flung her arms.