" Cum? Get your rocks off? Squirt your sperm? Shoot your wad? Jet your jiz?" Lisa laughed hard and shook her head. "I'd say that you've done a pretty ...ood job of it so far." Oh. So you know that I've been--" Leaking inside me?" Lisa said, finishing John's sentence. "Yes, John, I do have eyes. And I saw how leaky your dick was, before you ever stuck it in me. That's why I called it your 'wet dick.' Remember? Besides, my vagina always senses the drastic difference between a man's wetness, and my. We were trying to create the impression of a young couple just out for a stroll on a quiet evening. Once in a while she would laugh and lay her head on my shoulder like we were lovers. We walked around the entire block. We could spot no one else keeping an eye on the place or who looked like they were waiting to move in as reinforcements.As we neared the car on the return trip we called Blake on one of the wristcoms. Cain had not spotted anyone keeping an astral watch on the place either. This. He went on to explain that my two friends visited him regularly for very severe lengthy spankings and they were happy and well-adjusted young women. I agreed that it was worth a try, so he said let me show you where this will take place and how. The punishment room was in the back of the church underneath in a large vaulted roofed room; in it was a variety of apparatus and instruments of correction. He pointed to an old well-worn bench that was raised up in the centre and would secure a girl. I wanted to bite her lips so much, but I couldn’t. I kept on rubbing my dick against her until I could feel precum form at the tip of my dick. I had to stop and I could hear her sigh.It turned me on even more and I got even more daring. I tried sliding my fingers between her legs to reach her pussy. It took some effort and I had to be really careful not to attract attention, but finally I felt her swollen pussy lips from over the pants. I had hit the jackpot. I started rubbing her with my.