"Touch yourself," He commanded, staring straight into my eyes.
"Um,"
"Lay on the bed. I'll sit right over here." He said, pointing at the ground we stood on.
He took the seat in front of the dressing table, and sat on it as I laid on the bed.
"Spread your legs Mira. I want to see what's mine."
I sighed and swallowed, laying my head down as I looked up at the ceiling. This felt weird.
"Now, Mira." He emphasized.
I started off with touching my boobs, feeling my nipples harden yet again.
"I want to see your face."
I shut my eyes in frustration. Why was this man torturing me?
I sat up a bit so our eyes could meet.
"Look at me while you do it." He rasped out. "I need to see what this sexy body can do."
Somehow, that statement gave me the confidence boost I needed. I let my finger go down and rub my clit repeatedly.
"Look at me." He repeated and I looked back up.
"Put a finger in. Slowly. I want to see everything." He said.
