His eyes were searching all over my face, trying to see if I was sure. He knew if a word of this ever got out and this shit ever hit the fan, it would be a very nasty tailspin. He girthed around my slim waist with both hands and eased me off him a bit. Pretty please…,” I lowered my face close to his as I said ‘pretty please’ and continued to speak with my lips almost touching his cheek and close to his ear, “And show exactly what we’re doing. “I don’t want you to get in any trouble boo, but make sure my face is showing … “You don’t have to make your face show in the pics.” I freed one of my arms from around his neck and quickly glanced back at the lock, turned back around and lightly petted the side of his cheek. I barely mouthed, “Yeah sweets.” Raised my bosom up, and brushed my nipples against his face, my nipple rubbed above his opened mouth, grazing it. It made no sense to him, but to me I knew exactly why I wanted him to do it. “Of the two of us?” he asked tilting his head, shocked and puzzled, looking straight into my eyes.

My breasts were outside the cups of my strapless satin dress, and my nipples still wet from just slipping out his mouth. My arms hugged around his neck, both of us were dressed in formal clothes and sitting in the bathroom.

I instructed him, while sitting in his lap.

The Heart of Revenge by Richie Drenz