Wrapped as they were in those supple strips of moistened leather, caressed and opened up by that most sensual of harnesses, my thickened labia parted still further for whatever treatment she might crave to give me. My clitty pulsed insistently, untouched—oh, so tantalizingly so!—as she slicked her knuckles upon my wanton lubrication. And if on some nights she brought those smelly fingers up to my lips that I might lick off those savory juices while she watched intently…I would not think of resisting. I was her plaything, and before the excited gaze of her smoldering green eyes, I knew no shame.
I always tried to taste myself with a special gusto, relishing the wonderful dirtiness of the act. I gasped at the scent, cupping my lips around her long white digits and pulling them one by one in
