Laura took a seat in one of the armchairs and Christine moved close in front of me. “Get up!” she ordered. I scrambled to my feet and put my hands back on my head.
She eased up on her toes and pressed her mouth against mine. As I would expect, she immediately thrust her tongue into my mouth, holding my jaw in her left hand. Her right hand went back to my n****e, squeezing hard now. The pain in my groin had begun with her kisses and was reaching the agony level. Then I felt it ease off as I found it would do these days. The CB3000 had this weird “self correcting” effect on an erection, although there were no punishment spikes fitted at the moment.
“Why don’t you hold me?” she murmured through the kisses.
“Wh-what Mistress?”
She pulled back from the kiss and looked up into my eyes. She
