..uh...practice with you?”I wanted to say yes, of course, pucker up, baby, but what I needed to say was no. Sitting in her panties on my lap was o...ne thing, but kissing her was not gonna happen. Katie would kill me and my little family would be no more. I explained to her why it was not a good idea, but she did not listen. She was determined to get her way.For the next two weeks, she was relentless. She would consistently ask, beg, try negotiating with me. What finally brok me down was. " And then she was off.Tease. She does this on purpose. If she knew how many nights I lay awake thinking. Imagining. Planning. I need her to be mine. I needed, HER.The weeks passed and I decided to keep my distance. Not because I wanted to leave her alone, oh no. But to make her wonder. To make her care. To make her want to know where I am. I knew she was concerned. How would I know? She left me a card. Can you believe she thought I was unwell. She took time out of her busy schedule to write me. The exhibitions and routines were still just not enough to win a fetish competition. They needed a show stopper. Victor would think harder on it. Each night in bed, Victor spooned Tricia, awaking and slaking his thirst for her at will. She was always willing. At the second or third fucking, she was usually on top. That required a loosing of the holding chains but not the restraining collar or cuffs themselves. Victor never closed his eyes during those times. He prized the silhouettes her. She took myhard cock deep into Her mouth while Miss Becky continued to tease everyerotic part ofmy body. Every time i was near to cumming, the lovely woman on my cockwould easeup. i was begging for relief, promising to do anything if only She =wouldlet me cum.=93Anything?=94, asked Miss Becky coyly. i begged Her to bring me off =andagain promisedthat i would do anything She or Her mother would make me do. The newlady let go ofmy cock and began to disrobe. Her tits were large, but her.