If that’s how my body reacted tothoughts of torture my plan might work after all.I had to do it. No putting it off any more. I moved alow stool ...right up to the edge of the bathroom counter.Leaning forward I rested both breasts on the edge nearthe sink. I was just being practical. If I bled I wantedthe blood to run into the drain, not on the white rug onthe bathroom floor. The bright lights and the sight of my full breasts withtheir bound, reddened and swollen nipples resting on thewhite. As such, she is frustrated and lonely. I've let her know it's not my style to create confusion between two people. She insists there's no confusion. He has his life, and she's become nothing more than a roommate and housekeeper. Reportedly, he hasn't touched her in several years.I agreed to meeting with her, in-person, to more deeply discuss what she's seeking. As we met for the first time, I was able to see her (other than on cam), and to smell her. God, she's not only lovely, her aroma -. So sensual was his kiss, so exciting the idea and feeling of a black man kissing me and knowing Jon had approved of it, it made me tremble inside as my heart beat ever faster. He now moved down to my neck and began kissing and licking the side of my neck sending shock waves through my body and I couldn't help but moan out with sheer pleasure. Further down he went as I felt his arm move from around my neck and taking hold of one of my tits, he began licking my erect nipple, caressing it with his. As I turned towards him, seeing his striking eyes so vivid I knew then that I wanted him. And usually what I want I get. So I made it my mission to be where he was, not for long but long enough to give him a glimpse, to maintain the mystery, and pretty soon it was him seeking me out. It started with subtle glances across the bar, discreet touches as we passed each other. Within weeks things had progressed nicely. He’d come to join me at the bar, stand with his hand caressing the small of my.