The stakes were higher now. He glided the ice effortlessly over her upper body until stopping it at her armpit. Hepressed it in firmly moving it back ...and forth over the small ultrasensitive area. Donna's body involuntarily jerked upward as the ropeswere again stressed to the max. Strange moans, tainted with urgentpleading tones, escaped from her lips. Her teeth began to chatter.To lessen the tension he moved the ice to her lower body, running theshrinking block up and down her legs in rapid. He had come up behind me, where I sat on the couch staring blankly at the television screen, wrapped his arms about my shoulders and kissed my neck. I did not move, still stunned at my earlier find.Then, as if watching as a spectator, I felt my son tense before feeling his lips open wide and take the sensitive flesh of the nape of my neck between them even as one hand slipped down from my shoulder to grasp my covered breast. His hand and lips groped me aggressively, amateurishly and roughly. And then his lips are at my ear, his tongue finding the one spot that seems to have a direct line to my pussy. He’s telling me to beg for it, and God help me, I can’t stop myself. I need to feel this man inside me and plead for him to give me what I need. I reach for his zipper, but I only find in the next moment they’re pinned to the wall beneath his hand. My back arches away from the wall as his mouth sucks my nipple hard, teeth grazing. I feel the rough jolt of his other hand unfastening his. “So, who have you got in mind?” Applying male logic to the situation helped me to arrive at the entirely wrong conclusion that there might be an ulterior motive. Perhaps she fancied the milkman or the postman. “No one.” She answered. I thought I detected a lack of full information or evasiveness. I am naturally suspicious when confronted with an unfamiliar situation. “Well, male or female?” I had my preference of course, true to the masculine train of thought. “Either or both.” She.