I needed more. Apparently I wasn't getting any, though. I heard some rummaging in a drawer next to the bed, then she got back in front of me with hand...uffs. "That way, you'll be unable to please yourself," my Mistress said with a smirk, as she continued to attach both my legs and arms to the corners of the bed, leaving me spread wide, horny, and unable to touch myself. And that wasn't the worst of the torture. The beautiful woman laid herself on top of me, her pussy near my face where I just. I suck that sound in and swallow it down – it seems to go straight to my cock – and pull her closer with the arm that's wrapped around her neck, giving her chest another squeeze while I'm at it.I almost bite her when her right hand joins her left. She milks me, one hand minding the base and my balls with unrefined but steady touches, the other tugging and pushing the upper half and the tip and God fucking dammit, either it's been too long or hand jobs are criminally underrated. Involuntarily, I. ."⦁ I didn't know a thing about opera. I liked Creedence Clearwater Revival. I liked Otis Redding. I liked The Box Tops. I could tell that Silke wanted more kisses, so we stopped the story for a while. I wanted to start to get her clothes off, since she was talking about it so much, but she put me off... ⦁ “Let me tell you this, okay? I was naked, right out of the lovely bath, make-up, and hair treatment I had just received, standing in front of ten of my friends, with all my music, Rachel,. Finally, Faith grew serious and looked Buffy in the eyes. Her eyes betrayed what Faith was actually feeling, and Buffy figured it out without having to be told, but Faith still had to say it. ‘Hey, B… I… I gotta tell you somethin’.’ ‘Go… Go ahead.’ Buffy managed, though she knew exactly what Faith was going to say. ‘I… I, um… Well, we’ve been friends for a while.’ ‘Four years.’ Buffy confirmed. ‘And, well, I’ve treasured every moment of it. If… If you hadn’t been there for me after I killed.