I very lightly touched her nipple with my fingertips and she said “Oh, that’s good. Do it harder.”I wasn’t sure what that meant, but she sudde...ly grabbed my hand and pushed the entire thing flat on top of her tit. I was in heaven and could barely move. My dick was so hard that I thought I might orgasm right then. I noticed that her nipples were getting hard. I just squeezed my whole hand over her boob.“See how much they like it” she said.“Wow” was the limit of my vocabulary at that. On introducing ourselves I noticed how soft and gentle his hand felt healso gave a beautiful friendly smile, his name is Edward and he's justturned 16 a month ago we were informed, that is great we're about the sameage, well one year different isn't much is it? As drowsy as I felt I'msure I detected a little eye makeup on him, I noticed he also smelt of alovely cologne and in each ear a pearl stud sat proudly. Something Iwished I had only knowing the remarks my father would have make,. Approaching her from behind, her Jade eyes watched me; a nervous smile on her full red lips. I stood behind her, staring back through the mirror at her questioning gaze. I brought my hands up to lay upon her slender shoulders; the straps of her brassiere contrasting with the smooth creamy skin.Slowly my warm moist lips went to the nape of her neck, her skin feeling cool. I kissed her very lightly yet felt her quiver. Her aroma was as I remembered, that lingering perfume mixed with her expensive. “I want you to film me being your kinky cocksucker. I want you to film my mouth up close while it’s full of your delicious cock.”I no longer feel the slightest shame at saying such things. Perhaps that’s the most shameful thing of all.“How kinky are you?” Mark says, grabbing hold of the camera and aiming it at me.“Tell me, Mark,” I say. “Am I the kinkiest woman you’ve ever met?”I know he wasn’t very experienced when he met me, so the question is almost rhetorical. Nevertheless, I want to hear.