She was lying on bed. I gone and sat closer to her. I sat near her waist and we started talking on some casual subject. But my intention was to touch ...her and show my feelings to her. Her stomach was touching me often on my back, which was making my situation even worse; uncontrollable. I then put my hand on bed, near her chest. She was making some move while we talk. Suddenly I moved my hand towards her breast. My palm gone closer to her breast. I was shaking and daringly I jerked little on her. The prominent curve of your nose, the hollow at the base of your neck. Those ears. Those hands. The way your adams apple bobs when you speak. I admire your neck for a moment, you've shaved. I know it's just for me. I can still see the outlines of the hickeys I'd left there the last time we'd seen each other. "What, are you marking me?" you had asked, laughing. "Yes." I'd replied with gusto, my seriousness displaying the passion we shared. "So everyone will know who you belong to."I bite my lip. I noticed Bitch watching, went over to her and fixed her to the hook. After I did my things in the bathroom, I went to bed and snuggled up to Kat.She wasn’t the only one who had learned something that evening. I noticed that, while I had a raging hardon by the time I was done with the punishment of Bitch, hurting Kat somehow had the opposite effect. It was something to think about.The next day started normally enough. I decided that I wanted to see Bitch as she worked at the hospital, and asked. The strokes were very arousing as the ruler hit me on the shaft, then the head, under the shaft and right on the tip until she sensed I would come soon. She stopped, pulled out a rubber and slid it over my aching cock. Then she climbed on the bed and lowered herself on to my hard-on and leaned forward so that I could touch and kiss her beautiful breasts and magnificent hard nipples. She began to move her body slowly up the length of my cock close to the top and then back down up to the top.