A whine broke past her lips as he teased the nubs of her nipples to small points. It seemed Everytime she might enjoy his touch he managed to toss a little pain into the mix leaving her uncertain about the unfolding situation. She wasn't use to a lack of control. It wasn't easy always listening to some one else.<br/><br/>She bit her lip debating not doing as she was told but at last she leaned forward. The window was cold beneath her hands, her breath fogging up the glass. She could see his reflection for a moment as his hands gliding across her flesh.<br/><br/>Her breathing hitched, nervous as he dipped out of sight and her panties were tug down. She jumped when his mouth hit her bare slit. She would t realize how damp she was, the sure tell sign part of her enjoyed this despite her struggle.<br/><br/>"Well being underaged and losing a hand of um..." His tongue was so warm. Her eyes closed and for a moment her thoughts began to trail off. "are only two strikes," she mumbled. What was wrong with her, she was enjoying his attention.  "Sir!" This time it ended with a squeak as she quivered.