”“Mmm. Your hands are so gentle.”“They have to be. They’re handling precious objects ... Precious ... Mmm. And sweet.”“Yeah, that feels ...good ... What are you doing?”“Trust me. This will feel good, too.”“Well, yeah, but gentlemen ask.”“They do? What odd creatures. Now I know why I don’t ever want to be a gentleman.”“You’re impossible. Mmm. Good kisser, though.”“Okay, now I will ask. Karen, would you please lower your pantyhose? Probably the jeans and panties should go down with them.”“Why should. “Sure, fine. I just wanted to invite you to spend the day with me if you had nothing planned” “Well nothing that couldn’t be changed for the right reason” said Susan. “What do you have in mind?” “I want to show you something Susan, something I think you might remember for a long time” Monica replied. “Does this involve one of your trips at all?” asked Susan “In a way” said Monica. I really think you will find you enjoy the view. “Can’t wait” replied Susan. . So, just be patient. If you work hard enough, and long enough...then maybe you'll get to come. But first---more hard work for you!"This teasing (and the alternating denials) went on, and on, and on, for quite sometime!I tried very hard to not squirm around on the milking bench, or to beg David too frequently (both things he said he didn't approve of), but there came a point where I simply could no longer stand this constant tease, on the one hand, and the constant denial, on the other! I think. Via ... use ... oh god ... some spit." Sofia barely managed to say between moans."Spit?" Sylvia asked, panting."Ooooh yes ... just ... Aaaa ... do it."So, Sylvia did like Sofia had told her and the moment her wet fingers touched her clit, she could feel how it tempered the burning sensation."MMmmmm," Sylvia let out in relief and then said, "Pe ... oh god ... tra ... use your ... spit ... you ... too ... Sa ... bi ... aaaaa ... na." Sylvia's body shuddered when she had a little orgasm.The other.