Secondly, it did at least alleviate the ever growing pressure I was feeling, and three, it made it a hell of a lot more comfortable to sit there, even... if I could feel the sticky moisture of my climax bathing my rapidly deflating prick. Which surprisingly, didn't stay that way for as nearly long as I might have expected.The only thing that really mattered now, was the fact I was going back and forth between each one of her breasts, sucking them, flicking them with my tongue, while my fingers. I have a beautiful and loving partner, who is also my Mistress when the mood takes her. This week she is in one of those moods...I woke to a text on Monday morning saying she expects me to be off work on Friday and to arrive at her house, strip at the bottom of the stairs, put on the new pair of knickers that will be waiting for me and to come up to the bedroom and be prepared to do whatever I'm told. Of course I replied with a yes!In the mean time we have been playing with the idea of. I made her move around on her rolling chair too, but she pushed onto the desk. Within only a minute, I had her sweating up a storm, and pressuring my head also. So, I knew I had her right where I wanted her too.She slathered her lips nonstop and certainly didn't take her eyes on me either. I did find myself tempted to make a move on her skirt, but I resisted making it more intimate. After another minute, I switched nipples and made her break eye contact."Oh, wow, that's good. Maybe it's because. Once undressed, he came back to me, and continued kissing me lovingly. I took his hand, and guided him to feel how wet he was making me. He instantly dug his finger inside. "Ah." "You like that?" "Uh-huh. I love when you shove your fingers inside." He began to move his fingers, curling them, straightening them, whatever he could to drive me wild. I came, "Mhmm, mhmm, oh, ahh." He kissed my neck, and down to my breasts. He sucked, and flicked his tongue over my nipples, I moaned. Without.