"I saw you looking at my legs...

She stood up before him. "I saw you looking at my legs when I sat down. Is that what you would preffer? Would you like me to show them to you?" She put a foot on his thigh, and with her knee close to the same hight as his chest, she offered him a wonderful view.

"I'd love to do more than just look at them..." He commented. Her answer was a sharp smack across his face. He was surprised she would do something like that, but in a strange way, it turned him on.

"Such a naughty boy. I'm in charge here. You'll only be allowed to do what I say. Now, you can look at my leg...." She ran a hand from her ankle, slowly up to her knee. "What to you think?" His inability to pull his eyes from her leg was all the answer she needed. "I just shaved them. They are so smooth." She caressed her thigh, dragging her fingertips on her soft skin. "Wouldn't you like to know just how far up I shaved?" That question broke his stare on her leg. He looked up at her with a stunned, grateful, and hopeful look. As her hand came up to her hip, she slid it inward, through the slit in the dress, and behind the fabric. He couldn't see her finger nail slipping behind the elastic of her black silk panties. He couldn't see the fingertip part her lips, and slide up to her swollen clit. He couldn't see how she rolled it around on her fingertip. All he could see was the twitch of the fabric, and the heavenly look on her face.

Jealousy tore at him. Not only was she getting off... But he couldn't even watch! He wanted to touch her. He wanted her to touch him as well. His throbbing rod ached to be inside of her. But the handcuffs were still keeping him from her.

"No Fair, that's my job! Let me out of these!" She snapped out of her euphoria, and said,

"No. This isn't really working. Excuse me." With that, she turned and walked into the bedroom. Abandoned and alone, he wasn't sure what she was doing. Did he say something wrong? Was she upset? However, when she came back out, all of his questions were answered.

Now, all she was wearing was her bra, tiny black thong panties, and a sheer robe, untied, framing her physique like curtians on a stage. She swaggered into the room. Her hips rocked hypnotically, dancing under the robe as she walked toward him. Her full breasts bounced slightly, teasing him with those pink nipples again. She sat down on his lap again, but more firmly, grinding into him strenuously.

"There. That's much better. Do you like my outfit?" Before he could answer, her reached down and grabbed the hot, hard cock she had been sitting on and said "I guess so" This was the first time she had really touched him. It was wondrous, but through the thick denim of his jeans, it couldn't be enough. "Let me see what we can do about this." she said.