I loved teasing her like this and hearing the struggle in her voice. I didn't say anything for a few seconds, wanting her admission to sink into her m...nd some. "Playing?" I asked, finally breaking the torturous silence. Her breath shortened. "P, Playing with myself, Master." "What do you mean?" I asked teasingly. I heard her swallow again. I love what this 'dirty talk' does to her. It drives her completely mad with desire. It's so much fun. "I mean... masturbating, Master." "I see. So you mean. Though I had seen many blue films that time and had few girl friends but it was my first kiss and was unaware of what to do. Her tongue moved inside my whole mouth and I was feeling her saliva and then I started playing with her tongue. On the other hand she made her bra move up making her boobs roam out and kept my hand on it and also her hand was on my hand teaching me to press it. And her hand unzipped my pant and made my tool come out of the trouser and started masturbating it. Being my. I left her there while I turned down her blankets. I opened the bedroom door and listened again for footsteps. Still nothing.I threw Marti's arms over my shoulders and lifted her by her waist. I tugged the skirt off as I carried her to her bed. I kneeled down and set Marti's ass on the edge of the bed. I held her upright as I stood up. I let her head and upper body down gently on the mattress before swinging her legs up so that she laid flat on her back. As I had guessed she was not wearing. It wasn’t until fairly recent times that I realised that some girls love to show, and enjoy that power to the extent that one or two of them would let a pervert mac-wanker like me see them pose. Being a wanker does have its problems, at work particularly, and I had to make up a lot of fiction to avoid my dirty secret getting out, while at the same time wanting the girls I worshipped at work to gradually come to the conclusion that I was a perv who only wanked himself. At one time a whole office.