Vignette 2

A relaxing massage gives way to playful touching, which turns into groping, which becomes me sitting astride his lap and grinding against his hard cock through our clothes. The door is nearby, but far from my mind. Nevertheless, he pulls my shirt off and says "There. Now you can't run away." I am about to ask why I would want to do that when he pins my arms behind me and bites my nipple so hard my eyes fill with tears and I realize I can maybe see his point.