He caressed my breasts and slowly worked his way down into my pants. He slowly rubbed my pussy, and quickly became ferocious. I knew that he would so...on start fingering me, and if he put too many fingers in he would break my hymen. I thought about the half million dollars I could be losing, just because I was horny.“Wait stop!” I said, probably too loud. I pulled his hand out of my pants and said “I have to go” before putting my shirt back on and running away. My shirt was inside out, and it. Tom stroke her neck, „Good girl! he sayed smiling.„You will have to endure your lust even longer. Control youerself.“ he added whispering Glowing waves flooded her.What a toture. She enjoyed and hated it at the same time.I her mind she repeated one sentence: You MUST not cum! You MUST not cum! Uhhhh Aaaaaah... what a pleasure.„You will have to do 1 more minute, then the time is over and i will put the stimulation off.It will ease it for you to drink. His voice seemed to come from far away for. Two months into our relationship and countless nights of trying everything I knew I still had not got her into bed. The occasional hand jobs and blowjobs were nice, but I wanted the whole package. She refused to let me touch or dip my fingers in what I was sure to be a tight, sweet, juicy pussy. Just rubbing her clit from outside the panties to get her off was all she allowed. Frustrated, I stooped to the low of looking up her ex-boyfriend Bill to see what magical ideas he might have to help me. Between thedrugs and his money, I was sitting on easy street.Over time, the doctor began controlling me more and more. He insisted thatI look feminine just for him. Again, the money and drugs he supplied weretoo awesome, so I found myself complying with his demands. At some pointduring that period, I stopped getting my hair cut and let it grow to arather girlish length. When I was with him, I would curl it so it wouldlook feminine. Otherwise, I would just pull it back into a pony tail.All the.