She was wearing a dark green business suit, the jacket was open and her pert breasts strained at the tight white silk blouse, the skirt was so tight t...at without the kick pleat that effectively split the skirt to her thigh, she wouldn’t have been able to sit at all.Her blonde hair had been coiffeured only that morning, tinged platinum, her fringe straightened and the nap crinkle-ironed. She had argued with the coiffeur that the style was too young for her but he had flattered her and told her. I loved that she was so submissive. I jerked my cock with precision, staring at her beautiful face, eyes closed. I stared at her tits, then stared at my cock, her hand massaging my balls. Stroke-stroke-stroke. It felt so good the way she was massaging my balls. And now she was gently squeezing them also. It was amazing. I tried to hold back but it was no use, I was going to cum. I jerked furiously, staring at her face, the sensation of my balls being gently squeezed. I reached down with my. "It's not wrong; people masturbate all the time -- you should try it." I demonstrated by sliding a finger into my slit, which nearly made me jump. I was dying for relief anyway, and the knowledge that Stacey wanted me to do it ratcheted my arousal even higher."It feels so good," I urged, working the finger deeper and using it to transfer moisture to my clit, coating it and my rings until they gleamed. "Look; it's not so hard." That was unnecessary advice, as Mom was staring at me like she was. I told this to Emma the next time I was over there, she giggled and said it would be fun doing it on camera and getting paid for it, so we agreed that next Thursday when mom and dad were out, we would fuck on camera, Emma set up the web page and had doubled her price for a private show.Thursday I went over and we were all set, mom and Andrew went out and Emma opened her page, she did a slow strip then I recognised an address as being Stewarts and told her it was him. I wore a mask to keep my.