Bite it gently please, please," she moaned. "I can cum from this if you keep it up."Biting at the base of the nipple and drawing my teeth gently up th... sides as I lashed the tip with my tongue brought further moans and small screams of delight. Needles to say, I couldn't ignore the other nipple and started in on a similar treatment of its hard pink flesh. I began tweaking and gently twisting the other between my thumb and forefinger, repeatedly wetting them first from my mouth and then holding. I arch my back, offering my nipples to your sexy mouth, feeling you tongue them and suck them as I lightly run my fingers through your hair. "Mine," you repeat, biting down hard then quickly soothing them with strong pulls from your mouth. "Yours," I moan again as your tongue laps at my gently abused skin. You reach up to kiss me again and I gasp with pleasure as your chest comes down against mine and slides back and forth over my sensitive rock-hard points. You move downward, kissing the. My husbands friend John (the mad major) whom I met fifteen years ago, expressed a desire to spank my naughty Swedish bottom. There was something of malice in his tone, as he only ever said and reiterated whenever we were alone, that it genuinely frightened me, but strangely excited me, and as a result, I found John's threat was creeping into my psyche, and John featured more and more in my masturbation sessions.On one particular I managed to arrange a night out in Stockholm, and as John drank. She dumped the groceries in the trunk of a late model Mercedes, but instead of climbing in and driving away, she made her way to the little sports bar three doors down from the supermarket.The place was empty except for the bartender. She ordered a glass of beer and took it to a table in the corner. I nursed my own brew at the bar as I watched her reflection in the mirror behind the rows of liquor bottles.When she got up, leaving a half-full glass of beer, I thought that was the last I would.