With my thumbnail I scraped lightly over the undefended rosette while my fingers gathered moisture nearby. A few tendrils brushed against her neck as she tied the halter style top. Without mercy, she teased me, holding back what I wanted so badly while I lay there like a slut offering everything. I'm sorry. Already defeated Fall in love. It was only momentary, but enough to bring a soft smile to Gisele's lips as she realized my inexperience. The cloth floated off forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing trails below my navel getting ever closer until it played in soft curls. A bone in her captured hand snapped. She moaned, bathed in the sensation and then she felt the rope giving way, falling loose and carefully peeled, now soggy with her lust, from around her chit and out from between her labia. I took the bus to within blocks of my home and walked the remainder of the way.