Grinding against your turgid prick in my clothes, your pre-come depositing silver streaks upon their surface. The wetness pooling in my knickers from ...my own raging hormones. The lap dance from heaven culminating in the fuck of our lives. I consider how I should allow you to take me. Free, so you can punish me for the torture, or on the chair, still restrained? Each has considerable merit. In the latter case I'd have to maul my own tits, pinching and rolling the hard caps atop their doughy peaks. My hand reaches out for your neck and I grab it as my eyes lock on yours. Anger. Lust. There's a lot in that stare. We both pant as our eyes connect. I let you go and turn away. I don't want to hurt you, but you forcefully rip my head towards you with a quick jerk.I don't understand what you want, but then you aggressively pull my lips to yours and kiss me.Our lips interlock.You bite my lower lip, and now I know what you want. I rip off the black thong under your skirt. Your thinking the same. .Then one day we began a new phase to our little play time together .On this particular day I got to wear a nice summer dress, and for the first time ever, he put some black shoes on my feet making sure they were nice and clean. I didn’t ask why the shoes were produced I just thought they looked nice with my outfit. Then the surprise, even though it was summertime he put a coat on me, took me outside to the car and sat me in the back. This was new, as normally I had to stay away from any. Each one looked more enticing and fun than the last, and it was hard to choose which one to start at. “Lets park near Agnes Street,” Josh said. “This way we can hit a few of the clubs on this side then walk across the street to those.” He pointed at various clubs on the other side of the street as we drove by. They were all bright with neon signs and music was pulsing from the inner part, which sounded more like a dull thumping from where we were in the car. The first club we went to was the.