“Stroke him!” I said “Jerk him off…NOW!!!” she ordered. And with that Holly began a half hearted, feeble attempt at giving me a hand job. It...felt good, but not quite as good as when I did it myself. The blond decided to give her a few pointers “Watch”. she said “Grip it behind the head and stroke it up and down.” She did it for about thirty seconds before turning the duties back over to Holly. It felt better than before, and it wasn’t long before a drop of pre-cum oozed from its head. I. Some of them were absolutely brutal. Sierra wondered if this was where her mother was learning her techniques. One scene was of a beautiful, naked, young girl, Sierra's age, being bound, beaten by three women and then forcefully given an enema. She was continually whipped and told she must hold her bowels. Sierra watched in fascination and horror, the girl's stomach distending as first one bag and then another emptied into her. She screamed she could take no more, but her pleading only brought. Very late, or very early, depending on where one is supposed to be at 4:00 in the morning. I’d fully expected to head to my office in just three more hours, but now that was all changed. Gina changed it. Her unexpected arrival at my apartment the night before had opened a pandora’s box. There was no way I could walk into my office with all the thoughts now preoccupying me and still expect to get a lick of work accomplished. Besides, I had other work to take care of now. It was six hours since. He tipped back onto the seat, pulling her along to land on top of him. They both just burst out laughing. Things were definitely not going to plan. Still, they managed to overcome their mirth and giggle fits and arranged themselves more comfortably on the sofa. Her laying on her back on the inside and him on the edge on his side so he could lean over her as they started to kiss again.He couldn’t help running his free hand over her legs as they kissed. He had felt nylon before. But never.