Wrapping up being deluded….he woke me gently suggesting a shower. I was nervous but he was again treating me as a lover not a piece of a**. He lavished attention on me head to toe and it was intoxicating. My own c***…a miniature compared to any average one but definitely more so in comparison to his…had been a confused little thing as he taught me how to be fucked and made love to, all over the map hard or limp but always drippimg heavily. But now as he cornered me in the shower, his hands all over me and fondling me teasingly, it was painfully erect and I was trembling. He looked at me and told me that whether this went beyond the weekend or not…and he fully intended it to….that i needed to understand his touch was all my c*** would evee get, that he would never use his mouth or allow me to try to mount him as he did me. I nodded in understanding agreement without regret, and he told me that he demanded I cjm for him. He tortured me with his touch, and by the end had me begging for release….my eyes went wide as on trembling legs he gripped only the base of my c*** at the last minute and
