A few full drops pool in your cleavage. Perhaps you may have been tempted to wipe them away, were your wrists not bound together, stretched above your... head, and then secured to the headboard. The effect gave your body a long, graceful and sinuous look, a woman caught in her first morning stretch as she wakes, rather than a woman bound. Ravishing in her exposure, most seductive in her vulnerability. I let the mink glove on my left hand wipe gently over your breasts, and linger long enough to. I tried to move on, but couldn't. Instead of feeling anger toward him, I found myself creating opportunities to be around him. I found myself longing for the touch of another human being. I wanted the innocent intimacy we had once shared, but I also could not deny my sexual urges. One day, he came in for counselling. I almost sent him away, but knew we had to talk about certain things, and thought perhaps I could bring the topic around to a discussion of what had happened. We did discuss it,. Here I want to talk about the time that I was taken by a number of black teens down by the school yard. I was already eighteen; they ranged in age from their teens to the latter twenties. It was a beautiful day in first part of June during the early afternoon when I walked down to the school yard to watch some of the guys shoot hoops. I was wearing a white t-shirt, Daisy Duke Shorts, bobby socks and pink converse. My hair was cut in a bob style for the summer. I looked very much like a cute. She started to stroked my cock up and down and I threw caution to the wind and stood up and scooped her into my arms and carried her to the bed. I sat her down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide and knelt by the bed and started to go down on her. I did not care what she wanted at the moment and she only grasped the back of my head and did not let go of me as I wrapped my arms up under her ass and to the top of her thighs holding her wide open as I sucked her clit unhooking it and.