She looked nervous, and I could tell she wanted to talk. As soon as I sat down she took my hands in hers. "I need to tell you something," she began. "... think you'll like what I'm about to say."She took a deep breath, and looked like she was building up her courage. I didn't say anything, I let her go at her own pace. Finally she said, "I slept with Ralph again." I mean, we didn't sleep together," she quickly corrected. "But we had sex again."She looked at me expectantly. She was afraid. "Are. And this is where this current story comes from. I regularly used a phone contact line for gay and bisexual people attempting to get contacts and arrange meetings, which was on occasion successful but not very often, many time wasters just out for a cheap thrill and scared of making a real contact and following through with it.This event happened about 10 years ago now and I often recall it with fondness, although at the time I thought I had blundered very badly. I had a run of several good. .. would it be okay if I get dressed first?" Melinda asked."Are you allowed to?" the inspector wanted to now."Yes, my punishment ended after school, but my clothes were here, so I couldn't get dressed, until now, that is." If that's the case, sure, you can get dressed while I talk with your friend here. Or, is she also allowed to get dressed?" No, I'm not," Sandra answered for herself."Maybe we could go sit in the living room then, I'm sure that this will be more comfortable," Veronique. I waited for my O, as I remembered she wanted to cum first in the hotel - then watch me. Knowing she was alone in her house, she must have told herself she could do as she wished. While watching me stroke my cock, she was now at warp speed in her masturbatory efforts. Within seconds, she was screaming in ecstasy. She was thrusting her mons forward, as though to press harder against her fingers. Gasp after gasp told me her orgasm was waaaaaay intense. It was remarkable to see how far she went in.