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myself. “Touch me there. Touch me there.” My warmth was straining toward him with every breath, but he ignored it. He slid the rest of my shredded stocking off, removing my shoe. Then he commenced taking his sweet time on the arches of my feet, very lightly moving his hands up and down their lengths, as though they were my pussies and his fingers were tongues. He moved on to massaging my soles with such slow rumination; it was as though I were the Queen of Sheba.

    Though the tickling sensation was excruciating, I knew he was bringing both of us down a notch. We were both dangerously close to having our circuits overloaded and I knew that Michael was testing his limits. I could tell he had enormous self-control and this was not the first time he had taken a woman along for a ride like this. It must have taken years of exquisite practice to gain this measure of skill and restraint, I thought.

    I wanted him to bring me to climax like I had never wanted anything in my life. The sensation and the needing were stronger than anything I have ever felt. It was as if time had ceased to exist and each second was all of life. Without warning, the taxi driver said, “We’re here. This is Horseshoe Bay.”

    He turned around and smiled at us.

    “Well, turn around and bring us back, then, mate,” replied Michael. “It’s your lucky night.”

    “You’re telling me,” he replied and made a wide loop in the nearly empty ferry parking lot. All I knew was that my night was luckier than his.

    “It’s at least a twenty minute drive back to the hotel, my dear,” Michael said, gently caressing me behind my knees as he spoke. “It wouldn’t be much fun if you came right now, would it? That would leave us twenty minutes with nothing to do. I want you to hold off as long as you possibly can. Do you understand?”

    “But…”

    “No buts, Angela. Let this little snatch of heaven last just a little bit longer. You don’t know when something like this is going to happen again.”

    I gave him a frown, but nodded my agreement. I was scared to speak lest he count that as time off.

    “Okay, then,” he said. “We’re in agreement.”

    He untied me from my burgundy handcuffs and I felt the circulation rushing back into my arms. I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been bound and how my strained my muscles had become.

    “First, let me help you loosen up a bit,” he said. “You’re all tense.”

    I willingly submitted my shoulders and back and arms to his strong arms as he massaged and pressed in all the right places. It felt divine, but I knew this was still part of helping me come down from my near-orgasm, so he could build me up all over again.

    “All right, Angela, that’s enough down time. Time to get back to business.”

    I hesitated. What was he going to do?

    “Now, I want you to turn over on your tummy so I can look at those divine buttocks of yours,” he said quietly and I could see his blue eyes glistening in the darkness of the cab, a contrast to his grey hair.

    “Do it now,” he said, this time in his commanding voice.

    I rolled over, not knowing what to expect this time.

    I felt his mouth on my buttocks, biting and probing between the crack with his hands and then biting some more. In the midst of his nipping, he slid his hands underneath me and began circling my nipples with his fingers and then flicking them. Intense flicks. Powerful flicks. His hard body was pressed against my soft one and I could feel all of him bucking and straining; he was both the horse and its master as he strove to rein his stallion in.

    Then his fingers were suddenly in my mouth, exploring every part of it. Their pressure alternated between rough and gentle: I responded in kind, sucking and biting. The entire time I was squeezing my buttocks back and forth and moving in rhythmic motion, with him pressed against me. It was a slow dance. It was a moving stream. The “no moving” command seemed to have been