I loved the look she had that day, a nice crisp navy-blue business suit, knee-length skirt and tan stockings, her hair permed in tight curls, earrings..., make-up, the works. It was no big deal that she was later than usual.We had dinner with her folks, cleaned up, and went down to our room in the basement. It was nice down there, newly remodeled, and cooler than the upstairs part of the house. She was amused about something as we laid down and cuddled together. She seemed a little on edge so I. I didn't expect anything. But if you use this tonight, you will actually be giving me a very special gift indeed. Are you going to open it?” Jill unwrapped the box and removed the lid. Peeling back the tissue paper she looked somewhat puzzled, questioning what she was looking at. Dave interjected, “It's called a silver finger, clit g-string! If you could wear it tonight, I'm quite sure that dinner could be most interesting.” “And you would rather I wear this than nothing at all under my dress.”. "No, Madame. I have not."He lifted his eyes once again to hers and continued."I do not take this situation lightly, Madame. A man such as me could hardly hope to find a woman who would allow his attentions upon her person. Yet, I feel an undeniable bond with Mademoiselle Daae and for the first time in my life, I find myself hoping that she may feel the same. It is that hope that granted me the courage to declare myself to you. It is that hope that shall give me the strength to propose to her. She grabbed my dick and licked up the shaft. She reached the top and circled my dick head with her tongue. Whilst doing this, she fondled with my balls. She was keeping me on my toes as she sucked me like a pro. I knew I couldn’t keep it up long as she would make me cum.On the verge of an orgasm, I reached out and stopped her. She stopped with a smile of satisfaction.“Finally. I thought that you would never get near an orgasm”, she said, giggling. I also smiled, stood up on the bed. I sat next.