She moaned passionately as I pressed inward with my finger, forcing her panty crotch slightly into her vagina.She moaned passionately as I pressed inward with my finger, forcing her panty crotch slightly into her vagina. I grabbed a handful of her sex and squeezed it tightly with my hand, just hard enough for her to realize that the gentleness she had recently enjoyed was merely a brief respite, a turning point for what was to come. She shuddered, but otherwise accepted my first attempt at heavy-handedness with hardly a flinch. I pulled my hand away from her burning crotch and moved it out from under her skirt. She looked sexy beyond words, kneeling before me, hands raised, eyes lowered, face flushed, my own little slave for the evening. "Do you think I am pretty, Laurie?" I asked, returning my hands to her shoulders. "Yes, very," she replied, raising her eyes and looking at me for the briefest of moments before lowering her head once more. "Do you think you might learn to like my body? "Y-yes," she replied. I brought my index finger to her lower lip, drawing the lip down gently to reveal the whiteness of her lower teeth. "Would you like to look up my skirt?" She gulped. "Yes," she said, her eyes meeting mine once more. There was almost a pleading look in them. I sat back on the sofa, my head resting against the upper cushion. I kept my legs closed tightly, my bright red skirt at mid-thigh. Her eyes went straight to my knees. She gulped again. She wasn't expecting me to give her a little show. I opened my legs just a bit, wanting only to tease her. Her mouth opened slightly in anticipation. "Why don't you push my knees apart with your hands, Laurie," I said with a sexy, inviting smile. |