It knows the only source of relief is my Mistress, who is sound asleep in her comfortable bed, and does not stop thinking of her. The stark dichotomy ...between us plays over in my mind, embedding my inferiority to her in my mind as an absolute; 3+4=7, dogs bark, and I am inferior to my Mistress. My mind drifts in and out of consciousness. Even the short dreams that are supposed to relieve me from my suffering are of me in humiliating bondage; so it suffers for her even in sleep. While my mind. "Suck my tits!" she commanded. I greedily obeyed.I raised my head and propped myself on my elbows and sucked her left breast into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her areola several times before sucking directly on her nipple. Cindy liked her nipple play a little on the rough side so I mixed in sucking with nibbles and bites and even pulled her nipples out with my teeth. Each time I did so I received a moan of partial pain, but much more pleasure as a response. After spending a good 5-10. It was really just one continuous kiss. My heart was beating fast as she continued to passionately kiss me."You know we could play with each other's breasts, while we kiss. Would you want to try that? It'll feel really good, while we kiss. Don't worry it's not like we're lesbians. We're just experimenting. I won't tell anybody I swear. We're best friends." Only if you don't mind. I'd love to try this with you. I feel so foolish and inexperienced. I've never even played spin the bottle. If you. “Oh, she ran up to the store to get some cream for the coffee,” Pam replied with a chuckle. “I didn’t realize you were home.”Pam was about thirty-five and a divorcee. She lived a couple of houses down from us and, although she was happily single, I was happily married, but I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I found Pam very attractive.Pam crossed and then uncrossed her long, well-tanned legs as I poured myself a cup of coffee. She was sporting running shorts and a very revealing sports.