Leona adored playing with Bob's cock! She loved the feel of his rod when he was hard like this.

"Move your hand!" Bob groaned. "You're teasing!"

She preteneded she did not know how to do it. The pretense was ludicrous, since the one thing she really did know how to do was jerk off a cock. When Bob seemed on the verge of becoming angry, she lightly pumped his cock to calm him down. The knowledge of the power she had over him as she held his throbbing cock in her hand was marvelous. She wanted to get him as turned on as possible, so that he'd do whatever she asked.

Leona's pussy was soaked now, but she no longer cared about wetting her dress. She felt giddy, as if the slightest provocation would make her giggle. She knew she'd be able to get him to do it, she just knew it!

When they arrived home, Leona made Bob relax in the living room. He was obviously anxious to start fucking, but she forced him to calm down.

"Just wait here," she said. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable. Just wait here and be patient."

He was both puzzled and annoyed, but he did as he was told. That was the nice thing about Bob – he usually did what she wanted. Maybe it was the promise in her eyes, or maybe he could smell her pussy-juice and knew how hot she was.

She walked upstairs to the bedroom and stripped off her clothes. She slipped on one of Bob's old shirts and a pair of slippers. The bottom of the shirt hardly covered her bare ass and she felt positively whorish.

Now in the bathroom, she carefully wiped her pussy and dabbed cologne on the insides of her thighs. She had an intense desire to jerk off, to have at least one orgasm, but she controlled herself. Stepping lively, she returned downstairs to Bob.