It was a long pink "wife-beater" style t-shirt with writing on the front. I Masturbated Without Permission she read. In the middle was a silhouette fi...ure of a woman with her legs spread wide. "I don't understand, Sir?" she said. "Tomorrow is Saturday, my dear. We are going to a little bar I know and you're going to wear this shirt - and only this shirt. When one of the men ask you about it, you're going to tell them you were a bad girl and this is your punishment. Then you're going to ask. He often suffered premature ejaculation and sobbed with regret if not shame. This time he had barely climaxed. In fact, she hadn't noticed that he did and then he had turned his back to her and was snoring in minutes."Damn," Norma thought as she stretched in the morning sunshine and closed her eyes. "It's my own fault. I should have bedded him before I gave in." She thought of the lovers she had enjoyed before she met Ryan and his very wealthy family. It was, she was sure, the steel gray. I had been staying with him for a week now, and was aware of his masturbatory habits each night as he jacked off in his bedroom, with my ear to the wall and my eyes closed as I tried to visualize him fisting his cock, as my own fingers sought my own cunny, as I pleasured myself, feeling my own small virgin hole, tighten around my fingers, as he came murmuring my name, his desire for me was evident daily, and released at night as he fucked me mentally, if only he knew what I was doing such a. I slithered my tongue in and out of her and my cock came alive. She was already wet enough to fuck and it was being wasted on my tongue. She seemed satisfied with my tongue action in and out of her for a while and then I licked up across her clit and she came alive. I tried to lick her clit and she used my tongue but she was evidently so horny she just wanted friction. She raked her pussy up and down my face, rubbing her clit on my chin, my lips, my tongue and even my nose. I gave up and lay.