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Wes moved over, rolling to his back, his eyes looking at me in puzzlement. Without meeting his questioning face I walked to the side of the bed, taking one of his wrists with one of my hands and the cuff attached to the bed with another. Snapping it shut, I moved down to his leg, and locked it to the corner of the bed. Walking around him I attached his other two limps in place. One more item, a blindfold, lay on the dresser next to my bed. Climbing up, straddling his body with mine, I covered his eyes with the fabric, locking out his vision.
"You’ve been very bad, Wesley," I said, still sitting on top of him. I took one of his nipples in each of my hands and began to stroke them softly. He whimpered, as he always did when I played with his chest, but didn’t part his lips at all. "I wanted you to take a break. You work very hard and you deserve a break."
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"Since you won’t give yourself a break, I’m afraid I have to reward you some other way."
Under me, Wes was breathing heavily. With each breath he took my body rose, and I could feel his skin growing hotter through my pantyhose. That wasn’t the only thing growing; I could feel his cock swelling near my bottom, the head of it prodding my ass.
"Mistress," Wes whimpered, his hips pushing up towards my body. "Please, I just want to serve you."
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Squirming restlessly underneath me, Wes whimpered again, his lips parting slightly. I wriggled down his body, rubbing my thighs against him. I knew he loved the feel of the scratchy soft hose against his bare skin, and I used that to my full advantage as I made my way down his trim stomach. Reaching his now fully erect member I stopped my movements, allowing myself just to sit on him as he writhed underneath asian naked boy masturbating rchives me.
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