As I run my fingers up her soft silky skin, one thought pops in my head and then I act upon it. Replacing my fingers with my tongue, I lean over and lick her sensitive skin while listening to her beg me insistently, “More. I need you, please.” Her voice gets this whiney tone to it, as she plays the seductive slave act and then she begs again, “Please.”

I stop just short of her dripping wet folds before glancing up into her eyes. When I do, she looks at me with such need that I can’t stop now and head on up to where she aches. Flicking my tongue...