Eventually, I hear you place your laptop on the side table and say the word “Zipper”. Licking my lips, I jump around quickly to be facing you look...ng you straight in the eyes. I slowly reach my thin fingers up to undo the button on your jeans and pull your zipper down. Reaching my hands around your waistband I feel you lift your hips from the chair as I pull your pants and underwear to the floor. With a gentle grip on your cock, I start stroking my hand back and forth on your hard cock in a. It made her feel vulnerable – not knowing what would be put in her mouth, or when. She was giving up control. But wasn't that a moot point? She shrugged mentally. She realized that she had no control whatever she did, so why pretend?The sudden insight made her shiver. A second one hit her spine when a cold, wet object slithered across her tongue. The double sensation went straight to her crotch. She closed her mouth over the morsel and sucked. The taste was salty, like the sea she imagined but. “Hey are you hungry Jessica?”“Yes.”As we made our way to the food court I saw a familiar figure at Season of Japan standing in line with a downhearted expression on her face. It was Stacey. I was about to shout out her name before I was reminded from a pull on my hoodie that I was walking around with my daughter. So I turned around hoping she wouldn’t notice me. “Papa, I mean brother what’s wrong? Do you not like that woman over there?” “No that’s not it you see that girl over there is my. Distracted, I took the clips off my nipples and didn’t even notice my receding excitement. “It must be a whip,” I said nearly out loud. There was a roll of plastic lacing like we used to make lanyards and bracelets and stuff in craft class. But Jamie had made something like a cat-o’-nine-tails. I hesitantly picked it up and lashed it against my thigh. Again harder. And again. The plastic strands, maybe 12 or 15 of them, stung the skin. A lot. But they weren’t heavy enough to cause bruises or do.