of course she was begging for more now, but things had just gotten started. His fingers danced inside her, the feather flitting about like the proverbial bird on the wing about her little bud.He had other ideas in mind, torture with pleasure(and make no mistake this was exactly that) could always be interesting. If you read the signals right you could take them right to the edge then stop.. keeping them there for hours until the need was so great they couldn't think straight.. then again you could go the opposite way as well. You could force them to one climax after the other, no breaks.. nothing but that never ending sensation until the slightest touch was way to much.<br/><br/><strong>"I am playing fair, there were no rules to this little game."</strong>he said, twirling the feather in his hands to the fibers brushed against her mound quickly.<strong>"Now, this may sound like my brother.. but i want to hear you scream, moan.. see how long your begging for more.. before you begging for me to stop."</strong>he said to her. He wondered if he could get her to scream louder then his brothers pet, that would be so amusing.