................I experienced a lovely orgasm. I controlled my voice from coming out of my mouth in pleasure. He understood it and stopped moving his ...inger. I have tightened my legs and his hand was between my legs under grip. Now, I wanted to give a good hand job to my lover and I started to stroke his cock in such a way that my hand movement was limited and nobody in restaurant could notice that what is going on under the table. Even movement of my hand was limited but I was giving hard. . hello my old friend.’ Her mouth was so close to it, he could feel her hot breath enveloping it. His cock began to stiffen and pulse, and she coyly stroked and cupped his balls as she looked up at him, his swelling cock towering over her face. Looking directly into his green eyes, she slowly, laboriously, ran her tongue from the base of his cock, slowly up the shaft until by the time she reached the tip he was hard as iron, and she guided it between her lips and into her mouth. She could feel. I could and would use her as often as I wished, even flaunting that fact in his face. I wanted to humiliate the guy and rub it in his face that he had no guarantees that he’d ever get to put his dick back inside her, while I could have her on demand.Worse still for Jordan, he didn’t even own his body. He had no rights, not even to masturbate now. He was entirely Wendy’s possession, to be used as she deemed fit. He had no say about any sex life he might or might not ever have or enjoy again. If. "I... I think your body is... fantastic," Laura stammered, swallowing, feeling sweat bead up on her forehead."I'm not that way, though," Brandi said, pointedly. "People think, you know, because we focus so much on body sculpture, on appearance, on narcissism, you know, that we're all dykes. But it's not true." She smiled at Laura, but firmly, as if to set things straight. "I'm not. I'm not one."Laura was stunned with embarrassment. Does she think I'm a lesbian? she wondered. Despite her lengthy.