I dragged my little leather flogger across her stomach. "Do you like my new toy slave?"She nodded.I smiled. "Then I'm sure you won't mind if I use it ...on you."Sarah shivered in her bondage. The little British teenager looked so helpless. She pleaded with her eyes for me to have mercy ... for me not to whip her.But her body pleaded for something different all together.I trailed the flogger down over her mons and placed it lightly on the entrance to her sex. I slowly pulled it away, and it came. "No. I am waiting for a friend. Luckily they didn't how up," and turned on my brightest smile, feeling the lip gloss slide across my teeth.I knew I was in trouble when she laughed. I felt the strain at my elastic panties, that surge of energy you get when somebody sexy is completely focused on you. We had, in that moment, locked together."How about a dance?" she asked, and I felt the sparks fly as she took my hand to lead me to the dance floor. Latin rhythms were pulsating on the dance. I caressed her back, and her marvelous ass, squeezing the cheeks and massaging them by turn. I ran my fingertips up her sides, scratching lightly at the sides of her breasts, where they were nearly squashed by the way she pressed into my chest. She moaned softly into my mouth whenever my hands moved to a new area, and she occasionally wriggled a little to enhance the sensation of our skins welding together.Her movements began the inevitable increase in blood flow to my groin, and my penis began. Then, after a few moments, the taste did something to you. It sent a burning hot streak of arousal, through the core of your being. Suddenly, you couldn't get enough and your were sucking and lashing out at the shaft like a pro. The sound of his moans drove you. You wanted to see him pleased and your sex, well, your sex was beginning to have another need. "Whoaa now, Filly," he said, taking your hair and dragging your mouth away from his straining shaft. "I can't finish like this. You need me.