I strained against the sensory input Miss Laura’s hands were performing, but I knew all I could do was delay the outcome. I closed my eyes again and...turned my head back to the ceiling.“Look at me!” she screamed.I did. My eyes teared at the strain. I was going to cum after just a few minutes of light hand play and I seemed to have no way to avoid it. Other than…fucking begging. “Please, Laurie−”“Miss Laura!” she shouted fiercely, and pumped faster.I was doomed. “Miss…aw fuck!” Another slip.“What. After a month or so when the weather improved, so i went around on the Harley and as usual, we sat in the kitchen over a cup of tea planning work and helping with her issues. Today was different and her mind was elsewhere but i sensed that her eyes were all over my leathers. I had always loved leather, not just seeing it on women but wearing it, no-one else liked it the way i liked it, or at least i thought. However the bike was a great excuse and i was in top to toe, soft black leather:. My jaw dropped. "How did you..." I trailed off. "I told you I'm good at guessing." Nicole replied. "Oh, really? Then guess what I am thinking right now." I said, looking right at her, hoping it wasn't written all over my face that I really liked her, and wanted to kiss her, but then again, I kind of did want her to know that, since there was no way I would ever have enough courage to make the first move. "Hmm..." Nicole said, studying my face. "Well, I see a bit of nervousness, maybe you still. "Oh, I forgot - you can't answer, sorry. I'll assume that you know that although the bird's cage is made of gold, it's still a cage and that the bird is still a prisoner. That's how I felt. I was born into a wealthy and successful family but there was one thing wrong with them - they were living in the dark ages. To them, it was always the son that inherited everything and a girl was just there to provide breeding stock and to use if some family merger was needed. Can you imagine how that must.