I slap you hard across the face, the slap born from frustration and anger at my own foolishness. Instantly I want to cry with the relief. Your eyes ar...e no longer kind and though it’s not an immediate reflex you react consciously by slapping me back harder and meaner than I ever could. I slap you again and this time by tears start to fall, they run fast in groups as if escaping the turmoil they’re subjected to. My face has a red angry handprint but there’s no anger here now because it’s faded. )Most of you women, when asked, say 'suck my clit'. I'm always happy to oblige (if I'm not there already) and I usually accompany it with a finger or two in her cunt. Last month, J. made the same request within a few moments of my stripping her - and she came quite quickly as a result. My friend L., for example, climaxes if, with only one finger gently stimulating her G-spot, I suck her nipples as hard as I can. It's the nipple sucking that does it for her - and I'm only too happy to oblige. "I had an itch." My ankles are still bound with the rope. He sits on the edge of the bed. "Did you lock the door after you came in?" I ask trying to buy myself some time. "Yes I believe I did." He says. "Go check for me please." I use my whining voice. "I would sleep better it I knew that it was locked for sure." He smiles kisses me on the lips and goes out of the room. I rush and get the ropes off my ankles. By the time he is back I have the rope hidden under the bed. Nick slips in next to me.. Unke boobs dekhkar main pagal ho raha tha.Je kar raha tha ki kha lu unhe par par waisa nahi kar sakta tha. Maine uske hotho pe ka pura cream chat liya.Cream se acha uske hotho ki test achi thi.Fir maine uske hotho ko chusne ke bad boobs ko chatne laga.Bahut maja aya.Fir maine uski chute chatne laga.Wo jor jor awaje nikalne lagi.Maine uske chut me ungli dalne laga.Or wo um um karne lagi.Fir maine uske boobs ke clevage me apna lund ghisne laga.Mera lund bagut ache se ghis raha tha.Fir usne mera.