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She's the one who insisted I pay restitution. " "That's why she wanted to talk," I said more to myself than Dirk. He nodded. "Partly.
His cock bobbed slightly from its elevated position, and I licked my lips. Any thoughts of having the privilege of sucking it, though, were dashed when he maneuvered between my legs and sat back down. Although he was seated properly on the couch now, he was sideways to me with my left knee held up behind him against the back cushion of the couch.
My other leg was draped so that my calf rested in his lap, his cock propped up between his abs and my shin. The coolness of the balls from the Jacob's Ladder sent a little shiver from my leg all the way up my spine.
At one point, I wondered aloud if we'd have better luck offering up his Naughty List I'd found last year. Chris gasped at me, his hand on his cheek.
"Holly, I'm shocked that you would even suggest such a thing. These are good, wholesome people. Here I thought you were such a good girl.
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It all started to make sense. So I told her about us. " Jolie let go of my hand. "I told him I wouldn't marry him unless he confronted you.
Interspersed with his grunts were broken attempts of my name. I was breathing normally again by the time I'd depleted him. Gulping down my water I'd left on the coffee table, I laid my head on his lap. We both laughed when his cock bumped my forehead twice.
And he lived less than an hour away in one of the suburbs. When I first met him, he had his basement all set up for meetings. They were nothing like the ones I was used to going to here. His included mini-seminars with proper techniques and always ended with the couples practicing whatever had been discussed. Since I was partner-less, he worked privately with me on the weekends in non-sexual situations for about six months.
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My other leg was draped so that my calf rested in his lap, his cock propped up between his abs and my shin. The coolness of the balls from the Jacob's Ladder sent a little shiver from my leg all the way up my spine. The tremors continued while he ran both hands back and forth across my skin. On top, on the outside, the inside. Circling his fingertips by my knee.
For the past few weeks, we'd been concentrating on orgasm control. It had been hard at first because I'd gotten used to only feeling, not concentrating, when we were together like that. As a result, we'd discussed possible punishments for disobedience. He'd wanted to avoid spanking since I liked it and he wasn't into physical harm.
Sitting on the stoop to the apartment complex, I wrapped my arms around my knees to fend off the chill that set in the moment my butt hit the concrete. The waterworks came on as a trickle then escalated to full force while my mind continued to process everything. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't come up with a solution.
At least not a rational one that didn't involve wrapping my hands around the throats of the two people inside.