It had probably been a mistake.But then his fingers brushed my skin once more, this time drawing a tiny circle on my flesh. My heart started to speed ...p for a different reason. Matt's fingers continued to draw slow, feather light patterns on my thigh. I sat there and did nothing as he applied more pressure on my skin, brushing his fingers slightly higher, toward the hem of my denim shorts. I swallowed back a gulp in my throat. I supposed there was nothing wrong with what he was doing. Had he. The minutes dragged on. David found himself in a little huddle withAnne and Emma. They spoke but nothing was said. The words theyuttered were just a background noise to their waiting. David'swords needed a little effort. Soft and throaty he had to almostsqueeze them out through a constricted, slightly numb, larynx.And then they heard the click clack of heels ascending the stairs,changing tone as they reached the roof garden itself. Two pairs ofheels unevenly beating out the message of their. “Surely she wonders whether its deliberate or otherwise? That’s good let her suffer.” I put more of my weight on her to assert my dominance in the situation. All the while, keeping myself calm and composed when, in fact I know my cock is throbbing beyond all belief. I would want nothing more than to rip her clothes of and bite into her flesh, remove her bra and panties with nothing but my mouth. But, instead, I nibble her neck and breath on her body. I feel her hips begin to move and feel. Call someone..your Mother perhaps. Dean Hartwick. This punishment ismy choice for you and you will bow to this decision or face the consequences." He felt tears of rage and misery forming within him and beginning to well in his eyes. He did not want her to see these tears, and he averted his face from her, feigning enraged disgust. He felt both outragedand helpless. The prospect she described was repulsive and detestable to him.How could he possibly submit to such debasement and.