Giving me a few quick strokes, she stood up, turned around, and told me to stand. I had almost forgotten that my hands were tied, but I immediately remembered when I made an ass of myself trying to get up.
She helped me to my feet and led me over to a small desk chair over near my bed. She sat me down so that my hands were now behind the backrest of the chair, and I was once again at her mercy. Straddling me, she ran her tongue across my neck and I could feel her hot breath on my chest.
She was overflowing with passion, and it was apparent she was about to lose control. Tracing her tongue down my chest she grasped my shaft once more and slid to her knees. Now I was really at her mercy.
She ensnared the head with her tongue and lips, making sure it was full and ready. Then, inch by inch
