Every time he pulled the chain or moved the device, I felt a delicious shock that drove the breath from me, and I made a little "hunh!" noise.Every time he pulled the chain or moved the device, I felt a delicious shock that drove the breath from me, and I made a little "hunh!" noise. His right hand slithered under the chain at my rear, pulling against the device. As before, I wanted him to penetrate me there. Anywhere. I grasped at his finger with my buttocks. He pulled me upright away from the wall and held my trembling body against his, his erection pressing against my rear cleft. Over my shoulder, into my ear he said, "Do you like that?" "Mmmm," I said, not wanting to admit it, unable to say no. He returned me to my stance against the wall. While he slowly manipulated the device with his left hand, a finger from his right caressed my rear, on the very edge of penetration. He asked again. "Oh," I said, squirming against his hand, hoping he would get the message. That in itself is a very risque thing for a midwesterner. "Say it," he said, "tell me what you want," penetrating perhaps a half inch and continuing to manipulate me. "Can't you tell?" I whined. "Say it," he repeated, withdrawing the half inch again. "Yes," I whispered, hanging my head between my arms. Looking down, I could see his left hand caressing between my legs, feel his right poised to enter my rear. |