All too soon, she started to get jumpy as the sensation became too much. Her cradling hands started to push my head away."I can't ignore the other one...," I informed her as I pressed forward to kiss my way to her other breast."We need to talk first," she protested. It was a weak protest. Her hands made sure that I didn't return to her tortured nipple. They guided me to the fresh one.I was much more gentle as I used my tongue and lips to suck and tease her. She was tense at first, fearing a repeat. If she wasn't happy I'd tell on you right away, but not now."I needed to make absolutely sure I was safe. I was doing a whole lot more than "kissing and cuddling" and the idea of being caught by Mom or Dad was terrifying, so I asked, "What about if Carol and I have an argument one day, and she's unhappy with me, you won't tell then will you, just because of one argument?" Of course not. Best friends have arguments sometimes. Anyway, if you get her too upset she can tell Mom herself. That's what. Inside was a huge atrium and there were many benches and mats on the floor everywhere like beds. There were about a dozen women, and under each one was a man being used in some way by the woman. An older man nearby was lying on a bench while a woman sat on his face, yanking his hair and verbally abusing him. Another man lay on his bench while a woman was sitting on him, fucking his cock. They passed by another man who lay on a mat on the floor. A middle aged woman was squatting over his face. The girl I’d been coaching was due to play a semi final on the Saturday so on Friday we were practising hard, because she was scheduled to play none other than the world no.1 at the time Martina Hingis. The swiss Miss was Martina’s moniker, and I knew she could be quite feisty, but had no idea just how demanding she could be! After practise I’d been relaxing in the lounge when I saw her pass after having left the restaurant (we were staying in same hotel) I saw her give me a glance, so I nodded.