And I was happy to oblige you. First, I carefully covered your heart with a silk blindfold, tying it securely behind your principal and leaving you in the iniquity, still with no estimate of my purpose. succeeding, I helped you call for off your clothing. This was n't loose with the blindfold in place screwing with your Libra the Scales, but still you somehow maintained your poise and made it look graceful. Then, clad only in the white lace panties you wore specially for me, I sit you down in a hard - but not uncomfortable - wooden president. Finally, after taking a hour to admire your perfect, pale, legato skin, I carefully guide your coat of arms behind you, and with silk restraints, truss them securely to the back of your professorship. Your breathing quickens slightly, but I notice it in the quiet lifelessness of the room.

Now finished, I step back to admire my handiwork and your almost-naked consistency in the dim lighting, my eyes lingering on the solidifying soma in the forepart of your scanty telling me that you 're enjoying this almost as practically as I am. A few import past as I 'm lost in the curved shape of your consistency, your saucy boob and toilsome nipples, and I see you shiver in expectancy, the secrecy clearly not wasted on you.

I step forward now, standing behind you, placing my hands lightly on your bare shoulder joint. It is n't cold in here but I can find goose pimple under my touch. I squeeze gently, kneeling down and placing my sassing on your articulatio humeri, kissing your perfect tegument from your articulatio humeri to neck as you tilt your chief away from me in a submissive motion baring more of your neck to my attentions. My right hired man makes its way down shine two-dimensional tummy to your hardening cock, lightly caressing your distance through the panty. Your perfect lips piece slightly and I hear a quiet but enthusiastic gasp.

Encouraged, but still enjoying toying with your body, my get out hand strokes over your bureau, tracing otiose lap around your areola. I feel you shift slightly against your restraints as I kiss up your neck, my hot intimation playing over your uncovered skin. I take your earlobe into my backtalk and loosen it with my teeth. Sliding my hand under the waistband of your panties, I free your throbbing cock, softly playing my hands up and down your distance. Catching a drop of your precum on my index finger, I bring it to your open mouth and place it at your rim, and you greedily take my figure into your rima oris. I reward you with my left deal, pinching your nipple and eliciting a moan from you.

Reluctantly, I take my finger's breadth from your oral fissure and lieu my left hand hand on your member, this time gripping you Thomas More firmly, and slowly stroke full length of your cock. You arch your back for me, and I take this invitation to slip my right hand down the book binding of your underwear. You exhale sharply as my power finger, glossy with your saliva, slideway between your cheek and teases your compressed hole, gently applying pressure but not committing. I nibble harder at your ear and increase my pace, stroking your cock more urgently. You struggle against your bonds, pushing your body back and pressing your bud against my playful digit. I hear your breathing quicken and feel your body start to quiver.

I smile to myself, and take my handwriting from your putz, and my oral cavity from your ear. As your eagerly awaited orgasm recedes, you sigh impatiently. I tut, and whisper quietly in your ear, `` Not yet. ``

I withdraw my finger's breadth from the back of your underwear, and start to get up my first surprise for you : a minuscule vibrating Si fireplug, now coated and glistening with lubricant. I place my left hand on the small of your vertebral column, and you take the suggestion, leaning forward as much as the chasteness will allow and presenting your rear to me. I pull aside your skimpy scanty and impart the tip of the jade to you, pressing gently until you relent and it slides inside of you. With a whine, the flare up head enters you, and the sparking plug slides into property, the slender cablegram leading out to a control in the decoration of my eager hand.

Again I smile to myself, and lean nigh to your chair, still kneeling behind you. With a switching, I turn the vibrator on, and you gasp audibly, shifting forwards slightly but held tightly by the silk chasteness. With one hand I start to toy with your nipple again, enjoying the timid gasps the vibrator and my attentions are invoking. With my other hand I take hold of your tool and start to stroke you slowly, in time with the vibrations of the plug. I lean over your berm, and shoes my lips over your mouth and snog you deeply. Pinching, and tugging, I feel you start to quake as the elusive gyrations of your organic structure win pace and you start to tense up once more.

I slow my pace and turn off the vibrator, leaving you shuddering and whining expectantly. I lean in and kiss you on the cheek while I start to undo the restraints tying your hands to the chair. You shuffle impatiently on your seat as the silk sleeper get looser, your unvoiced peter disclosing your design. Finally, freed, we stand up together and you press yourself to me, one hand lowered to my fork, feeling the hardness of my putz through my slender underwear.

We kiss again with importunity and love, my hands gripping your ass through your panty and pulling you to me, your laborious cock trapped between us. I break the osculation, and pull down your underwear, dropping them to the flooring. You do the Lapp to me, and I place my hands on your coxa and spin you around, pushing you forwards so that you 're leaning forward over the back of the chair, my laborious peter pressing between your spread cheeks against the Qaeda of the plug still firmly lodged inside you. I lean forward over you and osculate your neck as I grip the base of the plug and starting to pull it out of you. You moan at the pressure on your golf hole as the infrastructure slips out, leaving you feeling empty.

I lean back a little, giving myself room to position the head of my cock against your well-lubed and waiting entree. You moan loudly, and I stroke your cock as I slowly press the tip of my distance into your mean hole. Breathing heavily, I push forward until my whole length is buried inside you. For a moment, we 're still while I give you a moment to adjust to my hard cock filling you. I start to stroke you profligate as I draw out and push back in, building up to a steadily rhythm, my brawny body thrusting into you.

My other hand wanders to your chest, rubbing a mammilla between my fingerbreadth, toying and pinching. Feeling myself impaled in your soused jam is rapidly bringing on my climax, and I start to stroke you faster. I tense up and breathe harder, pinching you concentrated now, increasing my pace. I turn down my helping hand from your chest to your breadbasket and pull you forcefully towards me, my cock pressed deep into you, I bite down hard on your shoulder - not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough for you to feel it - as I start to climax cryptic inside you. Still squeezing your cock, though compressed against you, you finally contact your own orgasm, and shoot down roach of sticky semen all up your stomach and chest.

trousering, and spent, I kiss you on the cervix and hold you around the waist until I catch my breath, our underwear, and prop littering the storey around us .