His hands were on my waist and I took one and guided it to my cunt under my dress. He was fingering me." "You dirty slut." hissed Jack. "Spread your l...gs wider, I want to see your balls and shaft, show it to me." He stopped for a moment and displayed his hard aching cock, aiding her imagination of feeling Jack inside her. She worked harder on her clit now and she dipped two fingers into her sex again. She hungered to be fucked by him and this act of self-pleasure combined with that self-denial. .... I wanna call it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it so let's just call it despair. That creeping feeling of despair come over me again.I have been doing this for years now, get home, eat some shitty dinner, watch some shitty shows, go to sleep, wake up and jerk off, eat a shitty breakfeast, repeat. And then soon enough i would get a apartment, met a slightly above average girl, marry her, pump out two to three brats, buy a house, and then. I won’t try anything, I promise.’ Dorinda took the handcuffs from a quite willing hand. She sensed that her companion understood her strange need to hold and to handle the potent bits of steel that could so totally render her a helpless captive. She played with them. Examining them in a way she had never been able to. She had never actually seen them before. Locked behind her back they had been invisible. She slid the cuff round and round though its ratchet, savouring the series of clicks until. He laid his forearms either side of her head, so their lips were around a foot apart from each other. He looked down, and saw his penis rubbing up against her clitoris. He pulled it back a little bit, and looked up into her eyes again. “Guide me in” he said softly, “I want you to control this part”. She didn’t hesitate for a single second longer. She ran her hands down his body, until one hand laid on his leg, and the other on his penis. She gripped it tightly. He slowly moved in towards her,.