And I peek over her shoulders to see the amazing shaped melons, as my mouth starts to salivate.I reach around and her body and grab those succulent fr...its. She smacks my hands and says, “Massage first, then we will see if you get to touch them again. Now turn around as I take off my black lace thong; you have seen it many times before.” I really have always seen it, but never got the gold prize beneath it. This was going to be more than just a massage, or I wanted it to be, so badly. But with. I began to see guys differently. Showering after gym class became more sexual to me. I found myself staring more and wondered if anyone saw me the same way. I also would masturbate thinking of guy classmates instead of girls. At night, I would walk down to shelter #3 and take my clothes off. I laid on my back on top of the same park bench. I'd lift my legs up and masturbate thinking of being fucked. I did this almost every night hoping to be caught and being forced to have sex. I played this. "Madame Sophie," I repeated.She pointed at me and waited expectantly. My cock throbbed impatiently, and she teased my rear opening with a fingertip. How can she do this to me? I wondered as I surrendered to her. "Jacqueleeeene" I moaned as she shoved her fingers up my arse.She withdrew her fingers and pointed at me again. "Jacqueline," I said."Non." She slapped my rigid cock, causing it to bounce up and down. She grinned wickedly. "Jacqueleeeene," she said, imitating my helpless moan.She took. With a mischievous smile, she walked over to the large sleeping heap in the chair, bent down, and expertly undid his jeans. She gingerly reached her fingers through the hole in the fabric of his underwear and quietly gasped. What she thought had been his bulge when he was hard was, in fact, just him flaccid. It was already at least nine inches! The biggest she’d ever taken was ten, and that was when the guy was hard. Goldie wondered whether maybe this was too big. Well, gargantuan or not, it.