Knowing fully well I can feel it beneath me. I see the frustration and pleasure written all over your face. "Stay laying here I want my tea." As I get...up you reach for your pants. "Nah uh. No releasing till I come back." You stay laying on the floor as I lean against the couch thinking of other ways to tease and pleasure you. Laying there in frustration. I come back placing your hands by your head as I straddle you again. Smiling. Removing your shirt, you reach for me, I push you down. Nibbling. “You could always have done it down here instead of your room, you know.”“No, I was a little nervous about doing it right.”“I wasn’t complaining!” I said. “It was a fantastic blowjob!”“Thanks!”I decided to open with my king’s pawn and Cindy played 1 ... c5, which was the Sicilian defense. On move 3, she captured a pawn and shyly came to my side of the table. She was looking down at her shoes and I put my hand under her chin, lifted her face and gave her a soft, short kiss on the lips.I found it. “I don’t want to be critical of whatever you’ve seen or heard, but if you turn around and take it from above it will line up with your neck better and you can take it down easier until you learn what it feels like being deprived of air and your throat stretched past it limits.” My words were meant to teach and her smile said she appreciated it as she glowered at Tawny who had obviously been her tutor until that moment. “That makes sense” she said as she lifted one knee and then the other. I damn sure wasn’t going to not get it. So I started drilling again. Finally the nut came. She laid there motionless for a while, then she got her things and left. I felt so bad, so horrible for what I had done. She told me she loved me, and I just fucked her like she was a street hoe. She wanted me to love her and that’s what I gave her, just a bad fuck. That eat me up inside for like weeks. I couldn’t even bring myself to see her, or to tell her sorry. I had to do something, and I.