He shoved the sharp-pointed instrument next to the girl's tender- fleshed leg. She cringed and tried to get away. She couldn't. The ropes held her too...securely. He pressed the scissors into her skin and began cutting away her pantyhose. She gasped when he reached her thigh, her skirt bunched up around her waist.He was so close to her cunt!"Please, Mr. Marshall, let's talk about it. We can -" We've talked. It's time I did something."He began cutting across her snatch. She felt the cold metal. She had a deep swallow and began to relax.The deep electronic beat vibrated within her and she became lost in the music. She closed her eyes... she felt good, sensual, a little buzzed. Her body wanted to move. A few moments later she came to the startling realization that she had been slowly rocking back and forth like a cowgirl on the cushioned barstool, her tiny dress riding up her thighs. A man in a dark suit at the end of the bar may have noticed but she wasn't sure. She snapped out of it. I lean forward and gently place my lips on yours. I let them linger just a little bit. Right as I begin to pull away, your hand on my neck tightens just a little bit and pulls me deeper into our kiss. My hand moves to your hip and pulls your body to mine, finally touching after all this time.Our kiss depends and gets more fervent, both of us needing to feel it. We feel whatever it is rising up in us to the point of exploding. I push your hip back, rolling you over and getting on top. The weight. Slowly he started to caress his cock and let his mind drift... back to the scene in the shower. slightly aroused now he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, drew back the curtain and entered, feeling the hot water stroke his body as he dreamt and lightly stroked. his mind now churning over with all the erotic thoughts and feelings that the online chatting had awoken. He wanted to take his time and savour it, who knows when he would have time to do this again. he started to soap.