I am sure Madam Destiny would have made this bit last for ages, but then she gets paid by the hour. She would have described in detail all that was about to follow. I find the desire taking me over. I cannot find the control to speak. I am too hungry for that. The foreplay becomes a blur that I am not sure I have much control of. I cannot rake him with my nails because of my gloves, so I pinch instead. I use the cat o’nine tails on his chest and legs, tempering my weight to enliven the skin more than sting it. I use the cane for the first time too, tapping sharply upwards across both his buttocks as they hang down prone. He twists and grunts with each stroke, but he doesn’t speak or show dissention. His c**k looks like it might burst.
I use flicks of my tongue-tip on him. He will see the
