This time I part my thighs, raising my foot upward between your stiffening
legs, and bringing it to rest on the outside of your hip. I walk to the front of you, my eyes drawn to your working limbs and your
heaving breasts, bisected by the leash, marring the surface of your perfect
skin. Indian sex video “My angel, you are not to speak unless spoken to…is that understood? Finish me…finish me.” And then
it happens. Time is the enemy, I think as I feel the cool, black
lace slide seductively up my legs, over my thighs toward my hips. I let go, and the blood flows to it again,
hearing you sigh beneath the leather of your silencing. And your mind briefly
wonders how…then you remember a picture we had seen of such a device. Part IV
Him
“My turn.” I hear my own words echoing in my mind. You
nearly whimper again, sorry for the sudden loss, but then the leash
tightens, leading you to another corner of the room. You give it a tug. I count, beginning a rhythm at the 3rd stroke that lasts
until…
