I email him and he sends me her number and lets her know that I am on my way it was as simple as that. I imagine him telling her all about how I like ...to tease to the point that it is almost a form of torture, about how I love to write dirty little stories and how I won’t even touch a girl until she is dripping wet. I hope he makes her read them. I hope that they are both thinking of me pounding her while they talk dirty to each other on the phone. I wonder how things will turn out. It’s all too. ‘Does it look all right?’ Melissa asked. For the first time she was aware that Mitch looked uncomfortable. ‘Ah…yeah…it…ah…it really looks nice!’ Mitch replied hoarsely. ‘You…you…it looks beautiful!’ Melissa felt herself blushing and realized warmth was spreading through her. It had been a long time since she’d had an admiring comment from a male. If only her husband would be as attentive. ‘What’s the matter with me?’ she thought. ‘I can’t let myself keep thinking like this! If I do, I’m going. Move my toung over my lips to savor yout taste i see you biteing your lips i jump up to your lips to save your sound and take your mones away to keep it scilent my lips locked to yours to take your screams and i slide to your side but still in range to kiss you still ceressing your neck with my nose i take my hand and fallowing the lines of your body the jaw the nape of your neck and your nipples as race tracks making a few laps kissing your lips each time you twitch i walk my fingers down. Her Master couldn't believe that she was actually getting angry and more stubbornly defiant! His slave was actually fighting him! Master, though he refused to let her see it, was impressed and amused by the strength of will his slave was showing. She had come to him so submissively and aside from her silly tantrum had shown no real defiance as long as he had known her. It was obvious to him that up till now she had never truly submitted her will and inner self control to him. She had been.