"Now climb into the back," she commands as she pitches forward the passenger seat.She hesitates for a moment, unsure of her Mistress' intentions: sure...y she should be dressed before this, or...but her thoughts are cut short as her nipples are pinched roughly, wracking pain dropping her to her knees."Interesting," muses the Mistress. "So very sensitive to pleasure And pain. I wonder what would happen were we to have them pierced?" No Mistress!" she blurts, gasping and throwing a hand to her. .what's wrong with me, why am I so fascinated with it." What I wanted to be only a second turned into seconds and Marcus noticed my eyes staring. I immediately turned my head to the wall in front and hoped that he didn't notice, or would just shrug it off. He left the urinal before me, washed his hands, and said bye to me. Whew, I thought, no worries. However, why was I so mesmerized by his cock? It was just the size I thought, that's it, it had to be it, I'm not gay, definitely not, it was. One hand then moved over the fabric to between her legs, she started rubbing herself with a bit more urgency. By now I was completely engrossed in watching, I had never thought that watching a woman playing with herself could have the effect on me that I was feeling now. God if only Tom were here now.On the screen the woman's other hand had moved up to her breasts and she started rubbing them through the material of her nightdress. Quite soon her nipples had become erect and were clearly. "Again she rolled her eyes. "This is why I avoid all this crap."I chuckled as she put her heels back on.A few minutes later we were being seated at a fairly nice restaurant. We both ordered and I had to stop Whisper from fidgeting so much."Can I at least take the jacket off?"I nodded and did the same. When I looked at Whisper again I was stunned. The darker clothes she had been wearing, even the dark color of the suit jacket had made her look so pale, like a ghost. Now, in the white blouse, she.