It has been a little over a week since our last visit. You cannot help but think back with longing to that lake, and the wonderful sensations of the gel vibrating every part of you as I sucked you for hours.
Your pussy leaks a lingering wetness into your panties and soaking the white material so that it is practically transparent. You can wait no longer. You strip off your clothes and lie down on your bed anxious to ease the undeniable tension mounting in your body. Your fingers roam from your sides to caress your breasts and tweak your now rock-hard nipples, before sliding slowly down your body to caress your cunt.
You rub your tasty peach gently and then slide a finger deeply into yourself, gasping aloud at the sensations. Your other hand goes to stroke your clit as you enter another finger into yourself. Just as you are approaching the point of no return, your gasps and moans increasing in volume.
“Ach ach hem!” I cough.
You stop suddenly, startled and suddenly no longer interested, though still extremely aroused. You look up, and see me standing at the foot of your bed.
“Damn it all couldn’t you have let me finish?” You ask me somewhat perturbed.
“But what fun would that have been? I have been doing some research and have an idea that I think you will really enjoy.”
“Oh? And what might that be?”
“You’ll see but first I have to warn you that this may become rather intense and I want you to feel safe. At any time tonight you just have to say the word choir, and I will stop whatever I am doing and let you go.”
“That seems odd… But okay… I’m game.”
“Excellent, shall we begin?” I mumble under my breath weaving my hands in a distinct pattern. Silken ropes emerge from the corners of the headboard and wrap themselves around your wrists, binding but not uncomfortable.
