One time I had this little spot where I could look through the fence and girls would walk by a few feet from me while I knob-rubbed naked the other si...e of the fence. That’s a real wanker eh?! I could also do that in my wank-mac, standing on the corner watching the skimpy-dressed girls going clubbing while my hand through the holes in my mac pocket and wank-trouser pocket jerked pervily up and down. Then of course I’d spunk in my pants.Some of those girls were so sexy-dressed that when they got. And says nothing more. It is up to us to accept or reject her offer. We had not really discussed this aspect of our night at the house, in our rush to get there on time. The thought of watching you being forced to obey someone’s commands runs a shiver of ice up my spine and I feel a stirring in my groin. And I know that you secretly harbor a desire to be submissive. But we had never spoken of this and now looked at each other, questions on our faces. Gina had told you that Bayn was very. What happens in the Ramada stays in the Ramada I said to myself... ha yeah right. I can just imagine the stories this girl would be telling to her future sex partners about what she had done in this room tonight. Uh, who am I kidding? I don't know the first thing about kinky sex. Was I really about to be taught this by an almost 18-year-old girl? I grabbed her hand and she stared at me strangely, her entire body seemed to tense up when I grabbed her. I led her to the door that was only a few. Giggle.I caught him ogling me one day, a while ago, when I was in a fairly wicked mood, and I decided to have some fun. I got up and strolled over to his desk, stood there smiling down at him."Question for you, Gerald," I announced in a voice loud enough for the other guys to hear."Whhat's that, Amber?" he stuttered."Why are you staring at me? Do you fancy me or something?"Silly question really. I was looking particularly sexy and gorgeous that day and I knew every guy there had been staring.