And so your torture continues. Xxnx I blow the candle flame out and admire the scene before me, of your nakedness, partially hidden by the opaque wax. It must have been a whole month I suppose, time in which to familiarise my self with your daily routine. Then, just as slowly as the previously enacted and deliberate torment, the tip, reversed, travels between your breasts towards a quivering navel. I strap you in unhurriedly; then get in on the other side and start the car. Pushing into you one more time, the point is reached, with a secondary thrust that drives me deeper into you than previously managed, I come in an explosion that almost denies my legs the ability to support me. “Remember how we taste.” I whisper in your ear. But, better yet and completely hidden from your sight, the stem of the toy
