The lights dim, while spotlights highlight the paintings on the walls. They come to life like moving pictures. The tease is mild, though it invades my body all the way to the bone.
Aman crouches in front of me, taking his cane in hand to toy with my labia and c******s, which he can barely see under my scrunched up skirt. It may seem like an ineffectual tease but the effect powerfully sweeps my body with want, transforming my hunger for food to a hunger for physical satiation that will not rest until it’s satisfied.
Though I could c*m in seconds, I fear that my satisfaction is a long way off. Aman will keep me hanging. It will be his pleasure to see me suffer from denial, from his hand quickly withdrawn, his instrument silenced just before my body explodes, his command withheld as he re
