He used my hair to pull me back and forth on his rod as it hardened. My mouth was stretched to hurting to get around it and I gagged each time he hit...the back of my throat but he didn't care. He was getting about half of his now rock hard ten inch cock into my mouth. While he was fucking his cock with my face he reached down with his other hand and reached under my skirt and pulled my panties aside and pushed his big fingers into my pussy. After poking me a few times he got in far enough to. Scheherazade, orchestrating everyone? Something liberating for Curt and I?"Incidentally, you all might be wondering why I'm wearing this outfit, rather than something more practical, accessible, or both. When I'm in my clubwear, it's honest enough, and the looks are frankly sexual. When I was actually cheerleading, I got looks of both lust and of athletic appreciation, but I was part of a squad, not so much being admired for myself. I wanted to feel like the hot gym bunny that catches. I was too nervous. This wasn't relaxing me. It was just stressing me out. I was on my lunch break. I didn't want to waste it.“Lay down on your belly,” she said, picking up the back massager. Its white end was as thick as a soda bottle and ended in a round column. Like a wand. She turned it on and it buzzed, the end fuzzing along the edges. “Put your head in the cutout. It's to support you and let you feel comfortable.”“Okay,” I said and obeyed. As I moved into position, she also grabbed a. "Hi, I'm Debbie." She spoke toChastity. "You're early. Am I off-shift already?"Chastity laughed. "This is my neighbor. He needs a pennyhammer andsomething healthy to drink. A horchata? Like yesterday." She handedover her Debbie card. "Give yourself a ten-percent tip."The other Debbie pulled a horchata out from the cooler. She did thisslowly, maintaining eye contact with Drake as she did this.Bitch.Chastity grabbed his arm and rubbed her boob on his elbow. Why had shedone that? And why did it.