I lay there tied, unable to move, unable to see what's happening. His touch comes suddenly, unexpectedly. A light soft touch running down between my b...ig tits and down my stomach; he must be using a feather. Another touch at my feet, maybe leather this time, tracing it's way up my leg to the inside of my thigh. His tongue suddenly licks at my hard nipple and the sensation makes me gasp in surprise and pleasure.He continues this slow teasing for what feels like forever. His fingers and tongue on. The phrase “she drove like a man” comes to mind but I can hardly remember any man who drove that well.Her skin was like black velvet, smooth and soft; it almost glowed with life. Her bold Afro features were like an ebony carving. Her mouth was full with sensuous lips and big white teeth that flashed at me as she talked. Her nose was large but perfectly formed with a little upturn at the end. Her neck was long and graceful, tapering to good square shoulders that rippled with her almost masculine. After seeing the hot session of Sonya and her bf I was so hot and wanted sex so badly. As every day, I used Jessy to pleasure myself I wanted to fuck her so badly. That night as usual after jessy was asleep I started my job. I slowly started to rub her, as usual, there was no movement from her so I continued the work. Even today I found that she was not wearing any bra inside. I slowly started to rub her soft boobs. Such a big soft boobs were getting rubbed and pressed in my hands. This time I. Then there was the play that never was. I thought I’d written a masterpiece that was destined for the West End, but Peter, my director, told me it wouldn’t even reach Southend. I thought I’d written a love story filled with pathos and dramatic tension: he said it was dross. And finally there was Winners. Me: Hi, Peter, it’s me Joanne. Peter: Hi Jo, Lovely weather. (3) Phew, he was in a good mood. Me: If you’re a duck. Peter: To what do I owe the pleasure? Me: Peter, you know my play, Winners?.