I grabbed her ass, and massaged her from her neck to her sweet triangle. She was wetter than me and couldnt control herself when I stroked my fingers ...over her clit. She jerked her body away, and I quickly grabbed her inner thigh and pulled her back to me. Aww fuck! she moaned, Keep rubbing my pussy. I took my hand away and put my fingers in her mouth. She sucked her fingers then grabbed my hand and laced her fingers in mine. We kept kissing until I used my hand that was on her ass to stroke her. With one hand on each cheek of of my ass he alternately caressed and squeezed. I shivered in anticipation as his hands began to slowly tug the hem of my tight gray skirt upward. The fabric struggled against his tugging but was no match for his muscular arms and firm strong hands. I moaned a bit as I felt the skirt rise higher and higher until the cloth of the skirt was bunched up around my waist and his hands began to slowly caress the twin globes of my ass. The feel of his strong hands gliding. He made me check myself in the mirror when he would swing by. He made me make sure my makeup was done well before I would say “hello." I was nervous, I always get nervous around guys showing interest to me. The only guy I have ever been with is my boyfriend who is also the father of my k**s. Before my boyfriend I had zero experience with boys. Matt had taken me to dinner and now we were at his place. From the time he picked me up, and while we were in the restaurant where we dinned and. Was this my own subconscious fear of getting caught creating a living nightmare? Was this a corrupted form of one of my own fantasies? In any case, I somehow knew that I couldn’t reveal how I had obtained the AIM. I was afraid that my life depended on me not saying how I did it.The whip fell again and again and again. But the AIM had read the desperate plea in my mind. On the second strike, the AIM began blocking the pain as well as healing the cuts on my back. With each strike, the pain became.