He’s training me to enjoy his touch—maybe it’s time I trained him to enjoy giving me pleasure. He slides the ticker up and down my inner thighs. Each time he gets even close to my sex, it clenches. “How is that?” he asks. I inhale a sharp breath into my nostrils and force my voice not to betray my excitement. “It’s alright.” Then he rakes it across my fabric-covered pussy. “And this?” “Oh,” I blurt. “N-not bad.”
