I rubbed it with my thumb while two fingers slipped carefully between her neither lips and I tried a little trick I’d picked up from an ex. I felt a...ound until I was sure I’d found her G-spot, then with my thumb firmly against her clit, I started to rub them like I was signalling for money. The result was instantaneous and astounding: where as up until then Abigail had responded with soft moaning and groaning, she suddenly started panting deeply, emitting a soft mewing noise before she went. At the outside of the building, we could only see two bicycles standing against the building. So, it seemed that there weren't that many people around today. We could only hope that more would arrive during our time there, or while I was doing my naked thing inside.Sure, it was only a little fitness, at the most they would allow 15 to 20 people inside. And in the weekends, they only allowed customers inside that had a reservation. However, the atmosphere inside was always very nice.When we went. I wiggled there on the chair unaware that my old black neighbor Watson was watching me through his kitchen window.All of a sudden, I opened my eyes and looked right at him. Watson was apparently stroking his cock at a pretty good speed. It made me feel good that a seventy years old man was still able to get it up and was interested in using it. I always thought he was an attractive older black man but this brought him to another level. Watching Watson jerking off for me brought out the evil in. "P-Please, Daddy," she sobbed, "I-I-I thought it could be different this t---" Strip!" I commanded, and, knowing her fucking station in life, that of a cock receptacle, she obeyed. In less than 60 seconds, my Lolita was standing before me nude, helpless, trembling. She had doffed her shoes, but I couldn't help but notice she was posing her legs, the left one bent cheesecake-style, with foot arched and toes pointed as they touched the floor. Slut!Unzipping my jeans, I freed my swollen cock from.