“Michelle, it looks like with very little pain, you can have a massive orgasm, so that is good to know. Now the basis of our new book will be the ab...lity to have a woman with perfect tits, can actually hypnotize you, planting suggestions, such as how much you enjoy being a lesbian. What do you think?” For some reason, this struck me in a funny way, I giggled, “I like the idea of it, but from what I have read, your books are all based on true facts or ideas that have been tried. I really don’t. "You need to renew your energy, get some fuel in your body, you expended a lot of it last night." Again my mind flew back to the evening before. We had returned from the restaurant and had come directly to the bedroom where Mark had shown me the "toys" he had bought for me. There had been the expected toys, the vibrator and dildo, and unexpected items as well. The wrist and ankle restraints had not been expected. I'm not sure why he had bought the lingerie either as it had not come into play. It’s only when you groan as you see me that I turn my head and see you at the top of the stairs. I stop playing with the toy in my ass. ‘You couldn’t wait?’ you ask, a wicked smile on your face. You know my need and revel in it. All I can do is grin sheepishly and groan. ‘Don’t move,” you say as you slip off your shoes. Walking over to me you pull up your skirt, exposing your shaved cunt to me. Placing a foot on either side of my head and then kneeling, you sit on my face. I eagerly lick at. She shut and locked the door. She put her arms round my waist and our lips met, hard and rough and urgent. Her arms rubbed roughly over my back, wrinkling my dress. Her large breasts were pressed against my chest. I pushed both my hands up the front of her t-shirt. Her skin was warm and flushed with excitement. My hands made contact with the firm swell of her breasts inside the lacy support of her bra. She groaned deep in her throat. I rolled her breasts under my hands, feeling them move inside.