“Get up, Wendy... on your knees. Hurry up! Kneel across my lap!” he hissed, his excited voice choked with passion. Wendy, a little woozy and not yet recovered from the stinging effects of her ordeal, struggled to obey. Still hobbled by the disheveled tights that bound her thighs, she brought her knees forward to kneel on his lap as he instructed. She lowered her shoulders, folding herself at the hips, and thus raising her throbbing bottom for him, knowing instinctively what he wanted.
Hamilton threw an arm around her jutting bottom, embracing her behind, and leaning down, rubbed his cheek against her prominently raised buttocks. Then he kissed her, there. She realized: The man was kissing her ass! And the touch of his lips on her hurting behind sent an electric thrill through Wendy’s ver
