“Stop!” I said when his butt got to the lowest level it had been before “now lower, lower lower” I brought my hands to his hips and pulled him...back and down trying my best not to squeeze him or make the touch sexual, it was a training touch, purely instructional. “Weight in your heels, don’t worry - you can go way lower” I pulled his hips even further. Oh god, they felt so strong beneath my hands. “That’s where you want to be now hold it there - feel it, memorize it” I said, keeping my hands. Her smooth, warm nylon toes entered my face once again, this time dappled with my naughty taste. The blindfold still hugged my head tightly, but in the darkness I saw everything. The sound of Miss Vee's fingers dipping into her wet honey brought erotic images front and center. I couldn't ignore them, not while I was this turned on and high on the smell of my own arousal. The woman across the room groaned as she fucked herself. The vibrator she used would grow loud, then become quiet as she. She enjoyed his elaborate stories, but she would probably rather talk about this tonight. Bed for celebration was rather a cheat, he usually enjoyed it more than she did. On the other hand, he would make sure that she enjoyed it. She came to a pause, what had she said last?"I really think that it was a breakthrough." So do I," he said. "Even though I knew it would come sometime." Her face seemed to fall a little bit. Damn! He'd undercut the accomplishment. "But then, you were the one chopping. I simply followed. The evening wore on and slowly, slowly, people left. Now it was just Rochelle’s (the Nastassja look alike) father and I. “Here, have another glass,” her father said and poured more wine into my empty glass. “Sir, if I didn’t know better I would think you were trying to get me drunk,” I said with a giggle. “Oh? A lightweight are you? Well, perhaps we should stop. I don’t want you passed out – or worse,” he said. His smile told me he found this amusing, it also suggested.