I dropped the bag of ice when I saw it. She yelled to pick that ice bag up and put it back on that little clitty. I did as commanded as She pulled a...ll the pieces out and sorted them on the table. She told me to lower the ice bag and She began to assemble the pieces. In no time at all She had it on me and clicked the lock shut. She laughed a very evil laugh and said, ‘well sissy, there is no turning back now!’ She said to go upstairs into the guest bedroom and put on what was on the bed. . I put my hand on her stomach and rubbed it for a while. I could hear her breathing harder. I put my finger near her navel and circled it for a while. Then I slowly moved my hand towards her tits. She had hairy armpits which I felt when I put my hands there( this drove me crazy! :))I cupped her 36c boobs in my hands from either side and kneaded them like a mad man.I pinched her nipples and she let out a small moan. My 6.5″ cock was begging to be let out of my pants. I took out my cock and put it. Wouldn't it be funny if she fell asleep? I must have been smiling to myself when I turned back to look across the table again. Perhaps the girl had changed her mind.Something white caught my attention. With Mrs. Patrick and her husband out of the way my eyes had a clear shot at Ann Hastings. And, she was looking back at me. I had to remind myself to breathe as I lifted the napkin from my lap and deposited it on the table. I gauged the distance, twenty steps. You can make it, I told myself.. There was something about his forcefulness that spoke to her sexually submissive side, awakening her darker needs as surely as the strike of a match makes flame. She melted against him, whimpering into his mouth as his hand cupped her supple ass and squeezed. Then he was gone, holding her away and staring at her with dark, unreadable eyes. Marissa was panting and trembling slightly as he looked her up and down, then purposefully took his hands off her. It felt like a slap of cold water to her.