She said that mom had almost walked in on her, but she quickly threw her skirt and shirt on without her underwear. “So,” I said in my pathetic at...empt at trying to sound sexy, “when do think we can finish up?” She stared at me with a sultry smile on her face, “How about tonight, at midnight, in my room.” I gave her a simple wink and said “I’ll be there,” before walking away. I knew that this was cheesy as hell but I didn’t care. And it looked like she didn’t either. This was the best plan. You bend over the stool and the man walks over to you and straps your wrists to the bottom of the stool, as the man walks behind you he runs his hands up and down your legs but not touching your wet pussy. You feel the man put something between your legs and realise it’s a broom handle making your legs spread wide exposing your pussy and ass. The man kneels down behind you and licks the inside of your legs right next to your wet pussy but not touching it. As he stands over he lightly touches ur. Opening the door, it was like any typical small office, except for one huge difference, a very large glass window to the dressing room. and there was my EX, in all her glory on the other side. Standing next to the dressing table Renee was locked in a very soulful kiss with another gurl. "Who is that kissing Renee?" I asked."Oh thats Jasmine. She loves to kiss among other things."Looking down, I saw a face buried in Renee's pantsuit covered ass . I could only imagine what delights she was doing. In fact, I told Carla about my increasingly crazy behavior and mounting desire to expose myself and she grew wild with lust at each of my stories. She also urged me to take things even further, to grab myself more frequently and overtly in front of my home audience. I seldom finished one of my stories, on the phone or in person without Carla fingering herself urgently to an orgasm.I suppose that given my hyperactive libido, what happened next was quite inevitable. As I recall, it was right.