Try and stay strong.

“You agreed to the wager . . .” you try to argue back not really wanting to take the devious and manipulative Ms. Kyle to the charity you lead. “Oohhh!” You gasp loudly, however, as Kyle grabs hold of your pulsating cock hard and roughly drags her hand up, the tips of her nails scrap along your most sensitive flesh.

“I guess I'm going to have to be more persuasive,” Kyle purrs.

Cat like she spins her body on top of yours, straddling your stomach like a cowgirl riding a bronco. Her breasts sway about so invitingly you cannot help yourself but to reach up and take hold.

“Hmmm.” She moans through her lips, pleased by your touch, while she swipes up your t-shirt laying next to you. Fondling away on soft firm mounds you feel Kyle's heart begin to race, while she shreds your shirt with her claw like nails.

“What are doing?” You pant.

Taking your right hand, Kyle removes it from her breast and passionately kisses all over its palm, licking and briefly sucking on each finger. Her lips are passionate and strong as is the flexibility of her tongue. Your eyes roll almost inside your head at the thought of what her oral abilities could do to your manhood. Softly you feel your right hand being pushed down and outstretched only to realize when it's to late that its been tied to the bedpost with a strip of your t-shirt.

“Wait.” You weakly protest as Kyle forces your left hand down. As you have found out from the workout last night, your date is far stronger than she looks. With both hands firmly bound Kyle sits back up and leans over you. Those amazing breasts still swaying but now out of reach.

“Will you take me to the Athenaeum?” Kyle asks.

“No.” You're able to focus for a moment.

“Good.” She grins. “I love it when they resist.”

Pressing herself against you, her large bare breasts flatten against your chest, as she passionately kisses you.

“Have you ever been tortured?” Kyle quietly asks while she playfully bits down on your lower lip and pulls back.

“Not real ****, of course.” The gorgeous Gothamite slides off and and moves to your side as she kisses down your neck until she teases your right nipple again with her tongue.

“But sexual suffering.” You feel her fingernails pinch down on your left nipple.

“The way only a woman can do to a lover.” She starts to kiss down your stomach.

“Tantalizing, teasing, and tormenting a man in his most **** areas.” Kyle's firm rough tongue slides up the length of your ridged cock. Taking the tip briefly into her mouth she squeezes down with her capable lips. Raising back up, her puckered lips drags across your throbbing shaft until it cruelly pops out, away from her luscious lips.

Laying down she puts the side of her head in her hand and looks at you with amusement, “Nothing drives a man more insane then being denied.”

Glancing down at your cock she meanly gives it a light flick, causing it to bounce and quiver about as you grunt, desperately needing relief.

“The game is simple, Dr. Anderson.” Her gaze returns to yours, challenging you with those emerald bedroom eyes. “If you want to cum you'll have to beg to take me to the Athenaeum.”