"Mark?" I said, but there was no answer. I carefully pressed my ear against the door. I could hear a muffled sound but I couldn't quite make out what ...t could be. Slowly, I turned the doorknob and opened the door a bit. Just enough for me to see in without alerting Mark. I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. Mark was lying on his bed with just a tshirt on, and stroking his cock. I moved in a little closer. "Mm, Clara..." he moaned softly. He was masturbating to the thought of me... I. Your instructions to me were – and I struggled to remember Your exact words, Sir – to masturbate through my panties until they – and my hand – were good and wet. My panties were already so wet that I could have mopped the bathroom floor with them, Sir, as You know. I could hardly remember a time when they hadn’t been soaked. But I hadn’t actually masturbated, Sir, and of course my hands were still dry, unless You count the cold perspiration still on them from my recent struggle.Oh, Sir! I. . Lezer chepinchamu…Tattoos veepincham… Fat teesepinchamu….Aaatl tharvaatha mee akka inka sext ga thayar ienadi ra…Amma bra… Panty tho goa lo vallu tho muddulu.. Hugs isthu digina photos chupincharu…Naaaku assal aagaleedu.. Eppudeppudu ammani dengudaama ane korika ekkuva ienadi…Inko uncle.. Ee photos enti ra mee akkanu room lo mugguram kalisi denguthunte…Dengaleeka maake visugu vochindi.. Kaani mee akka maatram alaane undi… Inka inka anukuntu…Memu goa lo unna 10 days lo..7 days motha mee akka. I don?thonestly know who is filling it, probably one of my morning guys. Mylunch man brings it over and I wash my lunch down like a good sissy. Onmore than one occasion my gentleman caller decides that I need more todrink (proper hydration should be a part of every sissy?s beauty routine)so he allows me to swallow his urine straight from the source.I?m starting to think that these guys are stopping to get multiple biggulps before they stop by, as it?s not unusual for him to piss straightdown my.