I waited patiently for her to start fucking the dildo, but instead a felt the smallest of pin pricks on my chest. ”
A sharp intake of breath around the gag in my mouth. Arms out. “Did I say you could touch more than what I allowed you?”
“No. “How do you like this? As the hand let go, I started to hear a small hum and an immense suction against my penis. ”
A few seconds later, I could hear Cindy moaning again, but this time I could tell she had something in her mouth. My right hand was grasped and placed on what I knew immediately was a soft, supple breast. Dripped all over her tanned body was a multitude of colors of liquid latex; it created a veritable Jackson Pollack painting on her. “Not yet. She must have fallen asleep there and she would be back in time for breakfast… or maybe lunch.
