As she brushed her hair and fixed her make-up, she exaggerated her movements enough to let me know that the coarse texture of the sweater was doing the job I had had in mind, too.As she brushed her hair and fixed her make-up, she exaggerated her movements enough to let me know that the coarse texture of the sweater was doing the job I had had in mind, too. I handed her the nipple clamps and a battery powered vibrator, which she placed in the pockets of her jeans. then I stuffed a couple of "surprises" into my own jacket pocket. "Mouth! Feet! Hands!" She snapped into position like a trooper, thrusting her breasts out. "Ok, relax. Down!" Again, perfect - she set what must have been an olympic record for getting things going. "Six points - you're already too good at this." She looked up at me, never missing a stroke with her head. "And another point for the bad look makes seven. Now put it away, it's time to go!" She looked a bit disappointed as she carefully put my cock back and zipped my fly. She stood and gave me a long, deep kiss. "I love you, my dear. Lets go!" With a "cat that ate the canary" grin, she headed for the door. It was time to leave - about 11 pm. Ana held the door for me, and I handed the keys to her to lock up as I went out. She followed me out the back door. I locked it, turned, and kissed her. Then, I said "down!" "What?" she asked. "Eight points!" "Oh, sorry!" she said as she dropped to her knees, unzipped my fly, and went to work. "Yes, you are sorry" I said. "And another point for talking makes nine. You'll have quite a score before we're through, I'm afraid. Let's go." She zipped up my fly and we walked to the car. She opened my door, and I got in and slid behind the wheel. She shut my door, walked around, and got in on her side. As soon as she was sitting, I reached across her and fastened her lap and shoulder belts, then pulled them as tight as I could. "Ooooooooh!" she crooned. |