As his fingers played over her upper thighs and around her hips she began to tremble. It was amazing at what his touch could bring out in her. Such a simple thing as a caress could open floodgates within her that she had never known existed. As he brushed over her shaved pussy lips she moaned and a tiny climax shook through her. The excitement, the touch. . .everything was too much for her to bare. . .the small release rocked her before she knew it was even coming.

The heat of her climax shook off the cold of the rain and the brisk air. Suddenly she was sweating and panting. Everything seemed very quickly much hotter. She trembled slightly, knowing she was not to cum until ordered and thus, she would be punished for her indiscretion. She had been bad.

His kiss was so gentle at first it was like a butterfly touching her cheek. So loving, it made her almost cry at the sensation. He stroked her hair and kissed her again on the other cheek. She felt so safe under his care. So complete with his touch. He kissed again on her shoulder, this time harder, more passionate. Tiffany trembled and drew in a deep breath.

She heard the bag unzip and could see it in her mind. Each toy placed in there with meticulous care in a set order. She had dutifully packed it earlier for him. She knew every toy in there, every piece of equipment. She heard the distinct sound of the case being opened. She fought to stand totally still but knowing what toy was being brought out made it impossible.