" I sit next to her on the couch, she turns her back to me so I can scratch her back, her skin is so smooth and perfect I don't want to leave welts on...it so I'm do morerubbing than actual scratching, being a little rougher than if I were just feelingher up, which is all I'm thinking about right now. My hands are roaming all over her back, her shoulders, her arms, she sighs with contentment at my touch. She starts to squirm in place, I figure the allergic reaction is really kicking inshe can't. Right now.I didn’t; my brain was screaming at me, telling me that it was a terrible idea… a fucking terrible idea. But my cock was pointing out the advantages of the living, breathing woman in my arms over one made of a million pixels on my screen.“Uh huh?” Carrie asked, mocking me. “That’s the best you’ve got? Well, I guess I’m just going to go ahead and see what your cock looks like.”I desperately wanted her to do it; I equally desperately wanted to stop her, but in the end I reasoned that it. She asked if i wanted to taste her i said yes mistress but she laughed and said beg for it, i begged but was told no.instead she said for me to get on my knees, she got the rope and tied my arms to my side tight and face her as she sat down, i could not move and was totally under her command now. She got out her big rabbit vibrator and pushed it deep into her wet pussy as i sat just infront of her watching her make herself cum and scream in delight, i watch closely as her toy entered her and. She bit her lip as she made her way back, stopping just in front of him as she tugged off her panties. Reaching slowly behind herself as she smirked to him, she unhooked the clasp of the bra. Then took it off and leaned down to pick up her undergarments, folding them and putting them by his feet as she trailed her hands up his outer thighs. She ripped a packet open and rolled the condom on, her eyes meeting his as they flashed in annoyance at her own forgetfulness.Protection in place, she.