Her stockings were black And clung to her thigh. She sat on her bed And let out a sigh. Her thoughts were all filled With what was to cum. She knew it...��d be her And for sure more than one. She picked out her panties Matching bra trimmed in lace. Turning to the mirror With a smile on her face. She liked what she saw Indeed it was HOT! She could not resist But to reach for her spot. The hairs on her neck Beginning to stand. She imagined herself On a beach of white sand. Her fingers massaged,. I had no idea what he was going to show me, but I wasn’t prepared for what I walked into; that’s for sure.As I approached his door, it wasn’t closed all the way, so I just pushed into the room. I found Brad with a small lamp on next to his bed, a pile of magazines next to him and him beating off with one hand and a magazine in the other.He saw me walk in and said, “Damn it,” as he tried to cover up his swollen cock. I just chuckled and told him that he couldn’t make fun of me now because he had. He wanted to see what she would do. Proudly he watched her control it once again by slowing and thinking of other things. This was going well, he thought proudly. When he felt her temperature lower a bit he ordered her to speed up again.She knew it futile to ask again, he knew what she wanted. He would tell her when. She just kept up the same rhythm. Slowing when she felt herself get close and speeding back up when he ordered. This went on for what seemed like ever. Finally she was complete out. I didn't handle it well.I stormed out, and went to a coffee shop to get my head together. To myamazement, one of my old classmates, Mark Carpenter was there, and before Iknew it, I was crying on his shoulder, and telling him what had happened.He helped me reach a peace with my former boyfriend who started living as awoman full time, and thanks to Mark we actually parted friends.A few months later I moved in with Mark, married him, and things started togo our way right away. He had been a bit of.