I grabbed some kitchen shears, a wooden spoon and my pink nylon cord and headed back to the living room."Lay down, toy." I walked around him and stood...over him one foot on either side of his body as he lay back warily. I bent over and dragged the coffee table back over so that it was above his head and placed my kitchen items on top. I knelt down straddling his chest, the soft cotton of my yoga pants barely rubbing his chest as I rested most of my weight on my knees. I smiled at him and pulled. My boobs aren’t big, but they’re perky in the right kind of bra.I’ve usually glossed my lips an intense burgundy, and I move my mouth just over his thrusting cock, but never do I actually touch his dick with my mouth! I keep rubbing and stroking his dick, while he continues with his incessant patter.?Can’t I cum soon, Licia, it’s been so long.? All that whining. It’s almost unbearable, and sometimes when I’m stroking him I gag him or put Tracey Chapman on the Discman so I don’t have to hear him. ? Ididn?t have any more time to look around as his footsteps entered the roombehind me.? ?Gina I?? Surprised as he stopped mid-sentence, Ifelt his fingers gently touch my very sore bottom.? Even though he was trying not to hurt me, Icouldn?t help but moan as he turned me around to face him. I heard a gaspbehind me as Gina saw my bottom for the first time too.? ?Gina, go and get that ointment on the topshelf and a couple of painkillers.? I was then gently taken over to a large,soft looking. Maybe with all that he’s done for her in making her feel better about herself, she owes him at least that much to remove her blouse and bra and allow him to have his wicked, sexual way with her naked breasts. Yet, in total opposition to his past gentlemanly behavior and confounding her, in the way she displayed her long line of sexy cleavage to men for tips, he never stared at her cleavage. In the way that all men do, he never stared at the two big, bulbous impressions her breasts made in her.