She was wearing a set of black bra and panty….I turned her towards me and locked her lips with mine…..She grabbed my dick over the towel but I rem...ved her hand…..I knew she is going to break all the limits…She requested me but I didn’t let her touch my dick…..Her milky white breasts were almost tearing the bra….Her nipples can be easily spotted over them…..I picked her up in my arms and took her to the bed……I went near to take her lips but I didn’t…..I opened her clip and set her beautiful long. That pissy taste in my mouth for hours wasawful. It's not like I could swallow it and it would be gone. Itjust stayed there. But my pussy was so wet that there was a puddle on thefloor from my juices. I was so hot and turned on, I could hardly standit. My mind bounced between the awful pain and taste, and wantingsomething to fuck my pussy so badly. I couldn't even touch myself. Sheer agony. And when the ice finally melted enoughthat I could get to the keys, the thought occurred to me. He watched her walk over to the chair that nobody ever sat in, her soaked shoes squelching with each step, and set her backpack on it, then walk to the vanity area and wash her face and hands with hot water. Nick felt uncomfortable, not that they were alone, strangers in a motel room, but that he couldn’t think of anything better to do than watch her. Studiously ignoring her then, Nick kicked off his loafers and lay on one of the beds, reaching awkwardly to turn on the TV and flip the channels. She stared at it for a few minutes before actually writing anything. Guilt ridden, she wrote these words: I am a slave to the pain and taste, feel and touch of sex. I breathe humiliation being thrust upon me like a child being chastised. Will the Lord ever forgive me for this habitual transgression – this lust of the flesh? I feel as though I can’t shake it. Every time I think I want to let it go, I give in and give up and let the pain, not the dominant, act as my master. Will this internal.