Silk Scarf

On the elevator ride up to the penthouse apartment, Catherine kept his hard on stiff with her teasing fingers and equally teasing voice. Ignoring two couples that stood at the front of the elevator with their backs to them, she whispered obscene suggestions into his ear.
Once at her apartment, she led him still tied into the bedroom. There, instead of turning on the lights, she lit a number of scented candles. Walking up to him, she undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled it down his arms. With his hands still tied, she couldn’t take it all the way off.

Unbuckling his belt, Catherine let his pants drop to the floor. His underwear followed. Michael stepped out of them and she kicked the pile of clothes across the room.
“If you’d like to get rid of this as well,” she said as she pulled on his undershirt. “I’ll let you undo your hands for exactly fifteen seconds…..” she paused for a beat and added. “Starting now!”
As fast as he could, Michael did as he was told. He barely got the scarf wrapped back around his hands as the second hand of the wall cock ended his precious few moments of freedom. As the last of his clothes hit the floor, Catherine walked up to his smooth, lightly haired body and ran her nails across his chest.
“I guess they grow them good on the farm”. She laughed.
Then with a sudden motion, she grabbed his cock and pulled him over to a small wooden chair in the center of the room.
“Sit!” She commanded.
Reacting instantly, the former Indiana farm boy landed his ass on the hard wooden chair with a bang. He had reacted without thinking, a fact with made Catherine very happy.

Taking a few steps back, Catherine reached behind her and unzipped her red dress. Leaning over, she gave Michael an unrestricted view of her round firm breasts. Then she let the front of the dress fall free, giving him an even better look.
“Do you like these?” she asked as she squeezed each mound and rubbed her fingers over the already hard nipples.