Her wriggling was rubbing those breasts against my hand and I had no objection. While she was concentrating her attentions on protecting her breasts the hand on her waist slipped lower, starting to play with her mons and vulva. She gave an outraged scream and tried to force my hand away, without much success. Throwing her head back didn't help, either, as I dodged.

She seemed to sag slightly in my grip.

"Fine," she snapped. "I can't stop you. Do what you want."

"Mm, no, I don't think so. Wouldn't be fair to you seeing you didn't seem to know the rule. I'll let it go this time."

"What? But...