"There it is," he said, sounding deeply satisfied. "What are you begging for, Beautiful?" "Please, stop," I whispered. "You're going to make me come.... He withdrew his hand and put the tips of his fingers on my lips. He didn't let go of my hair, keeping my head bent back. "Taste yourself," he ordered me. I touched his fingers with my tongue. They were salty and slick. "You wanted me to finish you, didn't you?" "Yes." "Then, why did you beg me to stop?" It felt like a trick question but I. You know the dreams where you find yourself soaking wet when you wake up and hot, sweaty and in need of a rock hard cock fucking you fiercely. Ummm, I was in heaven and I was biting my lip and rocking my pelvis into his face wanting him to fuck my box with his mouth. His hands moved to fondle my breast and his fingers teased my tits and then he pinched one. Damn, that hurt to the point where my eyes opened disappointed to be wakened. But the sweet pressure and heat from my cunt kept going. I. Berkfield cheerfully said. “I’ve sent Nurse Owens out to find her parents. They went for a walk around the premises with your friend. I imagine they’ll be back shortly to speak with their daughter for themselves.”“Thanks!” we both echoed, grinning stupidly.“I’m curious. What was it that convinced Linda to start communicating again?” he asked as he leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepling together in front of his face.“We just told her how much we and all of her friends missed and loved. Could I wack my cock and not cum? I tried... fuck... no, almost... I let go. Don't spasm – don't orgasm... that would ruin everything... cum dribbled from my dick but I didn't cum. She couldn't see me, her face was buried in the bed spread, but he did. A small chuckle? I was burning inside. Should I grab my dick and just cum? Jack off? Let it go? Fuck me... just take pictures.“Do you want you son to watch?” --- It caught my off guard. Knife...“yea” muffled...“What?” Did she want to say it? He.