I was afraid he'd freak when it all became reality, and reassured him that Pete was merely a vessel; a means to an end. We kissed passionately, and he... began working my pussy. I love when he palms my clit. I don't know what it is, but the pressure he puts on my clit while slightly entering my pussy with his fingertips makes me climb the walls. The only thing you could hear in the room, aside from the air conditioner, was my laborered breathing and the sloppy, slurping sounds of his machinations. She ran the towel up and dried my stomach, occasionally plucking my belly ring. Then it was over to my each of my arms and then my shoulders and down my back."Take those wet panties and bra off. I'll get you something to wear," she said as she tossed the towel, still sitting on the floor."Aren't you going to get me some clothes?" I asked after several moments passed and she was still sitting on the floor looking at me in a way that made me slightly uncomfortable."Aren't you going to take the. I find properly treated natural fibers will slip less and better for slave if there is no slippage."After her arms and hands were tied down, he moved to Marcia's chest, crisscrossing the strands of ropes across it above and below her breasts and tightening the strands on either side with knots between her breasts and under her arms, squeezing her breasts, pinching them and forcing them to jut out. Loops were again left which would become suspension points. I could see Marcia was becoming. His hands caught her hips and he drove into her deeply. Then he was lost. He called out her name and she followed, both shaking with the force of an earth shattering climax. Joel gathered her in his arms and held her tightly, promising to never let her go. Cecilia in turn promised to never be parted from him. In Joel’s mind their relationship was never as good as it was that first night that they had finally acted on their feelings for each other. Their affair was stormy and fraught with on.