’ She began to move back and forth, first her left breast, then her right one, over the mouth opening of the hood. As she did this, my tongue rose u...pward, licking out to lick and swab her now rock hard nipples. ‘That’s enough slave, I’ve got something much better in mind for your mouth,’ she said. I next heard a swishing sound as she moved her left leg onto the table, thrusting her crotch downward towards my hooded face. ‘Open your mouth slave. Wide. Or I’ll tie it open,’ Mistress D. said. "Why do you keep your clothes in a different room?"Aidan grimaced ever so slightly, an almost imperceptible movement of the face."This isn't my room, love," he said gently, not wanting to offend her."Oh, okay." Gwyneth felt put out. Of course this wasn't his room, she reminded herself. She wasn't the girlfriend, didn't belong here, and this wasn't a relationship. Truth be told, she felt slightly hurt, but choosing to gloss over the subject, she shrugged into his clothes and leapt into the. He pulled away only to grab her hand and tug her off the couch. Hand in hand, he strode purposely to the bedroom. He stopped at the edge of the bed and looked at her. She looked disheveled and thoroughly kissed. Her cheeks were filled with color and her lips were slightly swollen. But her eyes were filled with longing and need. His eyes never left her face as he shed all his clothes. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of his evident desire for her. To distract her, he grabbed her face and devoured. Nick was a tall, chiseled, tan, athletic football player at school, so much for complicated thoughts. He was a hound, and she knew, and loved it. She loved that he slept with a lot of women, and she, like many girls, wanted to tame him.After a solid month of sex, things happened and they broke their relationship off. She came back to me shortly after and I got to hear all about the details. “He wasn’t very good.” “He never got me off,” she would say when he came up. I guessed that she had.