No.. really.. .I uh.. I just.. no one ever.. I mean.. I .. oh.. god.. I don't know what I mean... " I broke down, crying."Now, now, no need to be doin... that. You got a name, girl?" I nodded. It was strange, being called "girl" by a man who appeared to be almost 10 years younger than men. (T looked to be about my age.) "I'm uh.. I'm Becky." Okay, Becky, now, you stop that cryin' you hear? I never liked hearin' a bitch cry, 'cept maybe in the middle of a gang bang. Now, I heard a few bitches cry. Once the edge has vanished I start stroking your dick again, slowly building you towards another edge which I’m going to deny again. After one hour of so I manage to bring you to the edge once per minute without any increase of speed. You feel like you are constantly on the edge of cumming, always at the very point of shooting your load but you are denied every time. You can’t stop yourself from moving violently while you are sitting on the chair but I tied you very well so there’s no chance. Now being blindfolded and handcuffed I begin running my tongue all over your neck, on your shoulders, down your arm, slowly up onto your chest as I take your nipples and roll them gently in between my fingers as your body squirms and moans of ecstasy are released. “ Oh man I don’t know who you are but boy does this feel good!” that’s right baby I am the mystery woman, Tell me baby tell me how damn good it feels I want to hear you say it! As I lick your nipples gently sucking them making you. She lies back on the smooth leather seat and, turning her head, looks at Him from behind her green eyes."Are you still willing?" He asks her."Do you have to ask?" She answers." Have I ever denied you anything?"He does not respond. He concentrates on the road, but his engorged member belies his apparent sang-froid.She smiles. Her hand caresses His arm. She can feel His muscles under the fabric of His dark blue blazer. She is happy; she has had three years of happiness with Him. That is enough.