He was already tucking his shirt in his pants.Justin and I chanted jokingly, "Whip it out whip it out!" My wife, Susan, and Gabriella were clapping to...the rhythm of our chant. All in good fun.With all our encouragement Tim slowly undid his zipper. Joyce urged him on "Hurry up hon, whip it out."When he took his dick out for the second time, it appeared to be at full attention. I had actually never seen another man with a hard-on and I now had one of my own. Joyce applied the ruler to the top of. ..” I whisper and shut my eyes, my breathing increasing. I wanted him to stop teasing me, just let me orgasm. He kissed over my panties, them being soaked. He continued to kiss them, licking through the thin fabric before taking them off completely after a minute. I felt strange sitting in front of him half naked, until he looked up at me.“Trust me.” He whispered.I nodded and then shut my eyes. I felt his hot breath against my wet pussy and I shuddered lightly, my mouth open but no sound coming. He could see her panting for breath. He could see the sweat that had formed on her tits and her hand rapidly strumming her clit as she approached the edge of her abyss. Yes she was close... “STOP NOW!” he commanded and smacked her hand away.She moved her hand away shaking with need as she looked at him.“Oh please, Sir! Please! I need to cum so badly ... please let me cum!” she cried.Tears of frustration ran down her cheeks as she spoke. She looked up at the formidable man towering over her. Her. Don't scare them too much." Now it was Catty's turn to laugh. Far grinned back. "We talk the young King into giving you the book, and then you can study it and decide our next move." I can do that," she said, confidence growing. He smiled."I know you can, my Queen."The room Catty sat in, awaiting the King, was surprisingly bright, comfortable. Large windows ran along the northern wall, sunlight pouring into the rectangular chamber. It had the feel of a soldier's common room, a place for those.