She pushed me and mounted on, without penetration, she lay on me and kissed my neck, she knew I loved it, my dick was bending towards me, embedding b...etween her buttocks, I started movie it up and down, like masturbating myself on her ass, she was now kissing me. She got off me and said get up. So I did, she got on her knees and started sucking my cock and was also pumping it. I started to groan very loud she knew I was going to cum, she stopped sucking it and was now only holding it with her. Above, the roof was a dome of stained glass, faded to opaque shades of gray, black and brown in the dark of night.Looking out I could see dozens of bonfires below where the peasants were celebrating my engagement after their fashion. At least it made someone happy. Further away was the ocean, a sheet of black plate glass that reflected the eerie yellow glow of the full moon. A few ships rocked peacefully in the bay. I noted that one was a slaver, and considered that there was not too much. Sandy had told me that she was surprised about my dressing but was really trying to accept it. I explained that I didn’t mean to hurt her, but I wasn’t really sure why but my dressing started when I was in my early teens. I had never done anything with anyone while dressed but had fantasized about being taken by a guy and made his bitch. After a few hours of talking we went to go and change into relaxing evening clothes and return for some dancing. On our way out this black guy at the bar. “This will keep it feeling nice,” she said. I was on the verge of cumming when she stopped. My body was flushed and my face was red. “You need to cum, don’t you?” she asked. I simply nodded my head yes. She ordered me to get up and get on the bed. I did as I was told, laying naked on my bed in front of her. She asked me how I usually masturbated and I told her on my belly. “Roll over and get to it,” she commanded. It was pointless to resist anymore. I shot my hands down between my legs and.