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"Please, Number One, please," I gasped.
"Please, what?" He growled.
"Make your finger move. Get me off. Please, Number One, please," I said.
And just like that, his finger began to move. At first, he just pressed it down, increased the tension.
Then, how I don't know, he began to move it from side to side. Crazy sensations of pleasure shot through me with each movement.
For a moment I couldn't even breathe. I even winced out tears from my eyes. The pleasure was that intense!
"Yeah, you like that," he said. "Don't you?"
"Yes, I like it," I said.
His fingertip then let up just slightly. Then it came down again. And he moved it in circles, my whole clit moving with his magic finger.
"Oh, God," I gasped. "Oh, God!"
"Easy, Scamp, easy girl," he said.
I felt so much tension in me. So much crazy tension. I felt like a rubber band that was ready to snap. The pleasure was so intense it was almost like pain.
And yet I loved it. I loved it, I loved it, I loved it!
Then he let go. Coming back down, he now just slowly stroked around my nub.
"No, no," I pleased. "Don't stop."
I wanted to feel that tension again. I wanted him to build it up to a crescendo of punishment. I wanted to explode under his touch!
"You see," he said in his deep voice. "Every woman is like a fine musical instrument. She requires just the right touch. And that little special button there is where you play her."
His finger returned again to my clit. Again he played me!
The tension rose yet again in me. He brought me right to the point where I felt I was going to snap.
And then he stopped.
"I know how to play jazz, Scamp. I know how to play you just right," he said.
Tears were falling from my eyes.
"Please, please, please," I kept begging. "Please, Number One."
Again, his finger came down. Again he brought me just to the point of climax. Again he stopped.
Oh, God, I was dying. I was a weak heap supported only by the massive arm that he held under me.
No one had ever tortured me like this!
Each time he brought me to the brink it was better than before. Or worse than before. Or worse and better, I just can't describe it!
It was a surreal, intense pleasure that was a hairsbreadth from pain. I loved and hated it all at once.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" I whimpered.
"That's right, Scamp. Better say your prayers. Because I'm going to play you to your max," he said. "And this is just to get you warmed up."
