I wrapped my arms around her from behind. She turned her head and kissed me passionately. My right hand massaged her pussy and my left lifted her left...breasts, It was heavy, soft and that of an angel. I rolled her nipple between my fingers and she groaned in my mouth. Still deeply connected, we walked to her bathroom. It was an extravagant bathroom to be sure. Cornelia switched on part of the lighting, making the room dimly, romantically lit, as if by candles. We both stepped into the tub. She. . and need it again. Need it so much. Desire it. Ache for it. "No -- no hands, little slave. Your arms are paralyzed. Remember the vibrator... the humming... The sensation of your pussy flowering open, then tightening around the shaft. So tight! So wet! So good!"He dangled a sparkly, shimmering crystal in front of her eyes. Watch the crystal. Watch the flashes of light. So close to another orgasm. Candles, and flickering flames. How long since she had cum? Hours? Days? She wanted it so. She shifted slightly and he could see her breasts pressed firm against the sheet. He looked closely and was sure he could see a nipple erect. He had to leave he realized.Mark walked back to his bedroom and finished stroking himself till he came. The feeling was so incredibly intense that he nearly fell out of bed. His orgasms were always this good. At least they had been ever since he started watching Sara. He would not allow himself to cum at her door anymore. Not since the night she woke up.. The next morning I got up with my alarm clock, I showered, dressed, and went to work.Perhaps it is a reflection of my introverted nature, but I never found myself wanting to share the news with my coworkers of the windfall that had come my way. Nor, for some reason, did I quit, although my attitude may have been a bit more carefree, now that I knew I no longer needed a job. If anything, my newfound confidence seemed to make me more popular with management. It felt wonderful to be the only one.