more than I expected. I’m really used to being in charge, to being the prime
mover. That’s what confused me. I lost control on several levels. I wasn’t
playing his body, rubbing against him, teasing him, he was playing me like a
saxophone, or at this stage, maybe like a piano. On the other hand, it felt
pretty good. He didn’t really spank me especially hard and he did a very good
job of teasing me enough so that I desperately wanted him to let me come. He had
me really helpless. I tried to wiggle free, but there was no way I was breaking
away unless he let me up. The man has strong hands. It was also freeing in a
way. I didn’t have to decide when I was going too far or when to do much of
anything. I couldn’t even touch myself to make me come, not the way he was
holding me. He had taken charge and I was just along for the ride. I did feel
fairly silly reaching orgasm as he told me I was a bad little girl. I have to
shake my head when I think about that part. When the orgasm began to subside, I
expected him to let me up and tell me to DO something. Not J! He let me relax
for just a moment, then he began to rub my clit again. I started to squirm. He
had me humping against his fingers and then began playing with me like my pussy
was the remote control for the rest of my body. He slid his fingers into me. He
rubbed just my clit, then took his hand away and spanked my bottom, then with no
warning penetrated me again with his thumb, sometimes just doing that, others
rubbing my clit as well. He kept varying it. He’d suddenly increase the
stimulation and then stop and go onto something else. I don’t know how many
times he made me come. 4 or 5, I guess. He played with my bottom, my slit, my
pussy, my clit, and even slid his thumb into my bottom. OK, yes, I loved it.
After a while he let me relax. He sort of slipped out from under me, leaving me
laying on the couch, my chest and arms on the couch but kind of kneeling on the
…End of the part13. To be continued..