“I want you to touch yourself and get yourself off,” he stated.“I h-have never done that before.”“Do what I had done to you, here I’ll gui...e you.”He stood up and moved behind me. He rested his hands on my shoulders. His hands traced a path from my shoulders to my hands. He circled my waist with his left hand to pull me back into his chest. I felt his hard chest and his semi-hard member against my naked back. He took the hand he was tracing my arm with and cupped my mound, putting my middle. Mid paced, not hard, just enough for me to jump slightly in my shoes. I take more of my weight onto my arms, push my arse back to meet each blow, feel my orgasm building. Then the teeth are back; firm, insistent, digging into me, dragging furrows of my pain through my reddened cheeks. I am hanging from my wrists, my legs trembling, useless for support, my pussy throbbing, eager, and waiting; waiting for the next blow.Hard. Smack in the middle of my right arse cheek. Pulses of pain and. At the same time the hand that had been rubbing my neck so dreamily now sought out my other breast, so that soon both hands were clasped over my heaving mounds, the fingers alive on me, pressing the cloth of my dress against my nipples until the little berries stood out proud and firm against the restraining garment. ‘Yes,’ I sighed. ‘Yes, my little lover! Touch me like that! Oh, yes, you feel so good!’ He went on massaging my firm breasts, brushing and pressing at the nipples through my dress. "Come here, baby girl."I shook my head. She chuckled. "Playing hard to get this morning?" I nodded. She straightened her legs, lifting one over my head, setting both feet on the cushions, one on either side of me, lifting her ass, moving closer, close enough for me to lean forward and taste her. "Better, baby?"I nodded. And though I wanted nothing more than to push my face into her folds, to push my tongue inside of her, I wanted her wetter.She slipped her fingers into my hair, toying it. "What.