How had she not noticed him? His overwhelming presence was always so hard to ignore. And now he'd caught her with her head in the clouds, when all she...d wanted was to give him head and-What?No. That so was not happening so she needed to get over that, and any other fantasy of his face between her thighs... *Brent Cromwell would never have known what she was doing had he not decided to check back for one last peek. He had to stop this farce of indifference toward Amy. Every night images of her. He pinched the one he had freed between thumb and forefinger and twisted it in a sharp bend, digging his nail into the tender flesh.Her eyes bulged out of her head and she let out a long hiss, her face grimacing in agony. At the same time, the pain seemed to shoot straight to her pussy, converting it into pleasure. Her fantasy was complete. She had no choice but to speak now, and it was a sick way to reward him for his actions. With her neck forced backward like that, it wasn’t easy to speak.. Gregg, full of confidence reached for his ruby and turned it in his hand in front of her. To his horror it had no effect."What is it with the red rock, buster?" the officer snapped."Sorry, officer," Gregg stuttered, wondering what had gone wrong. "It's just one of my props. I was – err – performing, back there. The theatre." Oh sure," she said. "You know we're checking folk because of what went on there?" Ah, yes, sure, ah." Gregg could feel his bowels loosening by the moment as he realised the. Continuing to look through the crack in the stall I could see he was touching the panty with his left hand. He slid his hand half-way down the stocking hanging to his left. He leaned forward slightly and sniffed the panty then stood erect again. I noticed he had spread his legs apart a little. He was beginning to masturbate. He proceeded slowly then began to stroke furiously while handling the pantyhose with his left hand. He let the nylon intertwine with his fingers and he softly moaned and.