Obsessed, they had even called it one day as we lingered in the water on our boards beyond the break. I had developed this nasty habit of missing all ...he best waves while watching the glorious sight of her peeling down her wetsuit on the beach. Every inch of sun-kissed skin made me just a little more drunk off the fantasy of her that I’d built up in my head. Sometimes I felt like she was feeding the obsession on purpose. There were occasional long glances in my direction and sometimes a. .but not quite yet. I pulled out the stirrups and helped you pull forward, your legs in stirrups, and your ass hanging over the edge of the table. I gathered a tray of tools, washed my hands and put on gloves, and pushed the stirrups wide apart and adjusted the light where I could see well. As I parted your labia majora, I looked at your clitoris, pulling back on the hood to see it’s size and appearance. I grabbed the hood and jerked it back and forth on your clit like a man jerk his cock with. Margaret felt faint again. She wished the gag was off so that she could breathe easier. ?Well, my little bride?? he said as he dropped his tie on the chair by the door and started unbuttoning his shirt. ?I think it’s time we make this official.? Despite the heat, Margaret began to tremble. Dwayne took off his shirt, his muscles straining slightly with the effort. Margaret found herself deluged with all kinds of conflicting emotions. She was terrified of what he was going to do to. Marcus in me. And it wasn't hurting anymore. It was just pleasure. But I couldn't bring myself to cum without help. I was hoping for another orgasm like I had before. But it just wasn't coming. I enjoyed this for a few more minutes before I just couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my dick and stroked myself maybe three or four times (it really was sad how quickly I came) Then I exploded and fell forward. Mr. Marcus slowly sliding out of me. It took a few minutes for me to regain my composure. I.