’ Without breaking the rhythm of my stroke over her now soaked panties I slide my body around to face her, taking in the mixture of arousal and fru...stration that flows over her features. My other hand behind her back now…supporting her…I gently ease her backwards on the bed, taking care not to hurt her bound arms. Kneeling in front of her I kiss the hollow of her throat, traveling down to explore her body…running my tongue over the lace edge of her bra. Her breathing quickens as I cup her. "Then I'll need you ready and waiting for me when I return from morningservice tomorrow. You can wear a slip and some mules, but nothing else." OK," I said, not having the strength to argue even if I'd wanted to.When Gerda left I once again fell into a deep sleep, not waking untilthe middle of the following morning. Feeling considerably better, thoughstill a little fragile, I showered then donned a fresh silk slip and myfluffy mules for Gerda's visit. I didn't have long to wait. As soon asthey. I circled it with my tongue a few times then gripped it between my lips hard and began sucking it. She placed a hand behind my head to encourage me, the sounds of pleasure urging me on to do more. My free hand now continued to explore her back and the roundness of her buttock, down over her thigh then up into the valley between her legs. They opened automatically to my touch, permitting me to run my fingers through her pubic hair before resting for a moment at the wetness of her slit. My middle. You are on the verge of cumin when you are aware of someone ringing the bell ! You curse thinking who can that be and annoyed that you have been disturbed just as you were about to climax .You straighten your hair and pull on your dressing gown and go downstairs to see who has stopped you in mid flow.You open the door to see me standing there complete with camera and suddenly relies who I am.I enter the house asking you were you would like me to set up you say that the lounge will be fine. You.