His finger suddenly plunged into me and a loud moan escaped my mouth. He pushed his body close into me as he held his finger inside of me. "You feel d...licious." He whispered into my ear. I was panting at him, biting my lip and wishing he would move that finger. I pushed it deeper inside of me. "That's it, my little prisoner. You're doing wonderfully." And then his finger began to move. Slowly and deliberately he fucked me with one finger, pulling it out at such a delicious pace and then. I can feel strain below as my growing erection pushes against my clothing. I squeeze your ass and kiss you hard as I move my hips back and forth in rhythm with you. I move my hands up your body, brushing your soft skin until I’m hugging your upper back. I find your bra clasp and undo it. I sigh as you bite my lip. Your bra comes loose, and I pull it off of you. I pull you close again so that our chests are pushed up against one another as we make out. You pull away and smile down at me. You. “Of course, I do have one final demand.” My heart sank. Oh God, what now? “You have to have dinner with me tonight.” Well, I could hardly refuse could I? In fact, as I soon discovered, it was quite hard to refuse Marcus anything. He was a larger than life dominant personality, a successful man used to getting his own way, and frequently getting cross when he didn’t. What I also discovered was a hitherto unknown submissive side to my nature, which in a perverse way actually enjoyed being. Pulling her legs apart, I dived between her slim thighs and began to lap at her wet pussy. She was freshly shaved and so aroused that her meaty inner lips were deep red and almost stiff against my tongue. Her clitoris was peeking out of its hood, also bright red, and even the lightest swipe of my tongue against it brought a moan from her and a shudder that practically lifted her from the bed.Just to 'prolong her agony' I concentrated on the copious moisture that was literally pouring from her.