She wraps her arms around me pulling my hair undoing my hair as it falls slightly tugging on it as she’s rocking back and forth on the massive thick...ess of strap-on I have buried inside her. We kiss deeply for a few. Her grinding gets fast as I guide her to bounce up and down. She begins bouncing every bounce she slides up and down off my strap-on. I’m holding her firmly making sure she locked in and doesn’t fall and controlling her speed as she picks up. I begin to grind in a back and forth. The type where all you do is sleep, work, drink, sleep, repeat. The week was seven days long, and the longer you worked, the further behind you got. Your eating habits did not encourage work, and there was never enough rest in your sleep. After six weeks of this cycle, I was pretty much a mental and physical wreck. Dana avoided me during these phases. Heck, I avoided myself, but there was not much I could do about it. It paid the bills, and she so liked the bills paid, especially if she was not. But first---more hard work for you!"This teasing (and the alternating denials) went on, and on, and on, for quite sometime!I tried very hard to not squirm around on the milking bench, or to beg David too frequently (both things he said he didn't approve of), but there came a point where I simply could no longer stand this constant tease, on the one hand, and the constant denial, on the other! I think he was waiting for me to get to that point. I think he knew that this would eventually begin. Her face gradually transformed from a frightened grimace with her eyes half hidden to her shiny lips curling into a half smile. By the time her hands began a slow trip to her hips, the tip of Michelle’s tongue had just peeked out and wet her lower lip in anticipation… She danced slowly, rubbing her hands down her hips and back up her stomach, teasing her breasts, her face gradually showing how turned on she was becoming. She looked out into the crowd and turned around, perhaps just realizing.