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Subject: {ASSM} The Mediterranean Deal - 006  (MF)
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http://stephanieseven.blogspot.com/

He picked up the pace, fingering her mercilessly now, and the climax
finally hit. She wailed in relief and counted the contractions as they
struck: eight, nine, ten, eleven. Jake released his touch on her
clitoris now but his fingers continued to pummel her, slower and less
firmly, but without respite.

"Stop," she told him, without conviction. She was breathing hard,
starved of oxygen for too long. His thrusts became a little more
insistent again and she flinched when she felt his thumb brush her
clit. He seemed to take the message, because he stayed clear of it
until she began to respond again. Then, gently and with great skill,
he brought her to another orgasm, quicker this time, yet just as
strong.

They let her rest once more, staying close this time in the unlikely
event that she should try to slip away again. Lucas searched the
drawers of the dresser and then opened her purse and rummaged around.
He withdrew a small vibrator and smiled. "I think we found the lady's
comforter."

He moved between her legs, turned the small machine on, and gently
placed the tip on the side of her clitoris, leaving the hood in place
for the time being.

The feeling was wonderful. She smoothed both hands slowly down her
belly until they were in position to expose her clitoris for him,
freeing his left hand to stroke between her labia. His touch was
gentle and teasing and probing, and it was not long before she was on
the plateau again, holding back the next orgasm by nothing more than
willpower.

"That's incredible," she told him, through tear-streaked eyes. "How
can you make it feel so good?"

"Practice." He sighed, modestly. "Are you holding it back for me?"

She nodded. "It feels better the longer I wait."

"Let's play a game. You have to ask permission if you want to come.
Understand?"

It sounded like fun, and she nodded assent. She leaned back and closed
her eyes and tensed her muscles. Sure enough, the moment of ecstasy
drew closer, and soon she was gasping again.

"I need to come," she begged, at last.

"Hold it back for me," Jake told her.

"No. Please. Now. I need it."

"Not yet. Soon," he cooed.

She began to shake again. "I can't."

"Hold it or you'll have to be punished," he warned, but it was too
late.

"Coming," she gasped, as she felt the useless tension flood once more
from her body.

http://stephanieseven.blogspot.com/

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