The touch of the feather is both pleasurable and excruciatingly intense in its lightness. The anticipation of where it will stroke next wakes up every... nerve-ending in your body. All you can hear is your own breath, gasping each time the feather touches. I occasionally break contact, changing where the feather touches next, keeping you guessing; increasing your anticipation. You wriggle a little as I run the feather along the bottom of each buttock, raising your bum in the air as you become. You’re a guy. It just happens.” There was a brief silence and then she asked, “Would it be more comfortable if it wasn’t pinned between us?”I thought about that for a second and had no idea what she had in mind so I said, “Maybe.” She moved up in the bag, slightly, and, as best as she could, she spread her thighs open and arched her back. That pushed her ass back against me and, at the same time, made it slide up toward the head of my trapped hard on. Before I knew what was going on, the head. He stood, extended his hand to her and he helped her onto the shore. The two walked side-by-side up the beach and stood before the small house."Welcome home, Christine."He opened the door and waved his hand, indicating she should enter before him. She walked into the brightly lit room, closely followed by the man. The door moved of its own accord, softly closing behind them.After his moment of weakness, which ended in his self-indulgence, Erik hoped he would be able to fall into a dreamless. Sebastian liked Devon a lot, particularly for Michelle. He was strong and quiet and seemed to know how to handle her. When Sebastian had talked to him, he'd seemed whip smart. Normally, a guy like that wouldn't have a chance in hell with Michelle. She would fuck him once, then get bored, off to find the next dysfunctional psychopath who could screw up her life.But, Devon was smart. Sebastian hadn't realized how smart he was until Michelle told him what Devon did that drove her so crazy."He.