All he had to do was avoid being seen crossing the road from his own house.He had long ago given up worrying about her reporting him, and the police c...ecking for fingerprints or DNA. He often masturbated while in her house, spunking a tissue or into her toilet while sniffing her dirty panties. Once he even he masturbated over her kitchen table, rubbing his semen over the surface until it was invisible, then he sent her an email demanding that she pose for Mike in the kitchen, including a set. .. You know I hate it when you do this to my breasts. It hurts.” He listened, unmoved, and opened another drawer, pulling out two breast clamps. I wanted to cry. “No, Tom, please not clamps. You know they hurt. Something else, if you must, but please not those things.” Tom ignored me and played with my nipples. They were already hard and pulsing from the feel of the rope, but he made them even harder and then attached the clamps. It hurt more than the other times, maybe because I was still sore. Louisa rolled onto her side and propped her head on her hand, her hair spilling across her face.“We have waited long enough, Jake. It is time for you to give me what we both want.”Jake nodded dumbly and started ripping off his clothes at the door. He was as naked as she was by the time he closed the short distance to the bed. Jake climbed on the bed, took her in his arms, and kissed her with all the emotion he had bound up in him. There was something about Louisa that laid his soul bare. He did. I aimed upward, searching for her g-spot. It would be a real treat if I'd found it!"... And you command me to do things, and in the end I have my tongue buried in your cunt and the President himself walks in as you're brought to orgasm and he doesn't even realize it." I continued."...Don't stop." CJ panted. "Holy fuck, I can pitcure that scene perfectly". Toby said as he imagined it.CJ groaned, her legs bucking. If there's one thing I learned about her, it's that her legs buck when she's.