He growled as he yanked upwards with his hand. The force lifted me off my ass until my panties came off in a loud rip. "Oh Shit!" someone said happil.... "Cody's about to rape this little bitch!" The room whooped and cheered him on."YEEAAH CODY! GIVE IT TO HER!" someone shouted. Cody removed his pants quickly and with an angry look. His fierce gaze stared at me as he undressed himself as quickly as he could. I clutched my knees together and begged him over and over to stop.I whimpered as his. Michael was wonderful. Average in most respects, about 5'10" tall, hazel eyes, brown hair, almost geeky in fact. But wealthy. A software entrepreneur.And boy, could he kiss. And good with his hands, too. I was so anxious about leaving the apartment that I was almost hyperventilating. But somehow, as soon as he put his arms around my waist I just felt all my tensions just ebb away. My nausea was gone! I almost swooned as he led me to his red sports car and helped me in. Darn those low sports. But that's just my opinion.I have no idea why I get wet when I imagine some man or woman watching me do myself. All I know is that it feels GOOD when I think about it.And it feels better---waaaaay better---when someone watches me for real.Way better.Like last Thursday afternoon when I laid this cute cop I know and his female partner was sitting in the same room with us the whole time, just watching.They were on duty so she was wearing her uniform with her gun and everything and her radio kept. The wife had sort of mentally scripted what she wanted to see and experience, including watching two guys in a sixty-nine oral session, watching her husband stroking, and being stroked by another guy, teaching him to give a guy a blow-job, and watching two guys cum on each other’s cock.All three of us got naked, and she started directing the action. First she had her husband get onto his knees, and had me feed him my cock. He was reluctant, at least at first, then warmed up to the idea of.