Then I felt her lips closing around the head and sliding further. She got about halfway before moving back to the tip. I didn't know if she could take...it all in like my mother could, but it didn't matter. It felt wonderful.She slowly continued pleasing me. Her tongue slid around my head, precum oozing in her mouth. I started rubbing my breasts to keep my hands busy. Suddenly I felt hers on my thighs, slowly sliding up to my butt and rubbing it before sliding back down. I moaned at her touch. My. Was listening to Neon Moon from Brooks & Dunn and because I’m nowhere close to a scene like this in my RP’s, I decided to write it myself. I haven’t written a store by myself in forever. I am using lines from the song in this!WARNING, it’s a sad and short Drarry one-shot, no happy ending. I might make a happy ending, because I do have an idea for. As a modern man I wasn't supposed to think of women as slaves or inferior things ... but the thought of having such ... control ... over a woman was ... intoxicating.Not to mention completely out of the question.An entire minute ticked by. Sarah still kneeled in front of me. Her face held no emotion but that of complete supplication. She was panting slightly ... I could see her nipples tenting her pink blouse.I shook free of my disturbing thoughts, and found my voice."Sarah..." I said. "Sarah,. Madam Claudette told her she had many different stocking sizes to choose from and it would not be a problem. At last Brenda was looking at herself in the mirror wearing beautiful black lingerie with tan, back-seamed stockings. The stockings were very long, coming right to the top of her thighs. The bottom of the bra was low enough that it met the top of garter belt which covered Brenda's waist just over her navel. The front of the belt was about seven inches long and covered Brenda's abdomen.