Chris walked towards her. “Unless of coarse you want to be worse off then you are now. How would your boyfriend feel I wonder if I slipped some of t...ese pictures in his mailbox. It'd be a shame if his parents found them first.” She bit her lip and put her head down. “What do you want from me?” she asked. “Its really very simple you do what I tell you too and everything will be fine.” he explained. “Now why don't we go down the street, I have a friend who would really like to meet you.” . She bit her lip and let him see her move her hand down her body to press between her legs. He gestured with his chin for her to come back, and she sauntered closer.He watched, still stroking, as she rummaged in her bag and pulled out her pajamas. She put a finger to her lips and stood in front of him, seductively unbuttoning her top. His eyes were locked on her chest as she let the shirt drop to the floor and slowly unhooked her bra. She shrugged the straps from her shoulders and let it fall. Then I sit on a chair in front of the mirror and watch myself playing with my clitoris. When I’m ready I use the vibrator on myself watching it slide in and out in the mirror until I cum.’ Max said softly.‘Nice image.’ I smiled, ‘Have you ever dressed up for sex?’‘Masturbation or real sex?’ Max asked smiling.‘Tell me all,’ I smiled.‘I used to dress up in stockings, suspender belt and high heels for a guy I was seeing, just before I met Matt. I only ever wore them in the bedroom though, so I. Typical of his generation, he was wearing flipflops, shorts, and a tee shirt. I sat back down in my computer chair, now suddenly very aware of my nudity. My cock didn't seem to mind though. It was still hard as a rock. "Dude, what the fuck? Why are you doing this? You're a Fucking psychopath. Stop filming me!." I said. "Please" I added."Yeah, whatever... Cocksucker." He smirked and barked with sarcasm: "I'm a psychopath and you are on video asking for cum. Begging to suck cock." "Ohhhh. Baby!.