I look over and he is hard as a rock. Then she sits down in the chair directly next to him spreads her legs and sits staring at him. I then tell her ...o show off for me. She starts pinching her nipples and rubbing her pussy through her panties. By now her panties are visibly soaking wet as she slips her finger under her panties burring her fingers deep inside her pussy as she lets out a load moan. He turns to her and she tells him to keep working until the job is done. I don’t know what he was. Although Johanna doesn’t share any of my interest in BDSM, she not only held no judgment, but wanted every juicy detail I was willing to share. Her marriage is blissfully stable with an adventurous and loving sex life. I’ve listened to countless stories of the risky public escapades she and her husband frequently engage in. I tell her about meeting Patrick at the gym, and our date tomorrow. She ribs me a bit since I’ve brought “that tall, cute guy” up at least three times in the past few. Gently those hands curled around, his fingers long enough to overlap each other as he held her throat and began to apply pressure to it. Squeezing, choking, depriving her of air just till she started to become a tad dizzy. "Please what?" his voice floated to her upon the wave of pleasure she felt at the sensations. The only response that could be managed a pleading whimper and an attempt to pull at her bonds, not the first time this night she had done so. "So worked up is my little kitten,". I had my own little comfortable chair by the TV. Anyone sitting at the bar was able to see me in the other room. As I sat, my fingers had gone to my little panties and my crotch. When I touched myself there, the same quivery feelings I had had earlier returned. I was tracing the outlines of my hairless little cunny when I looked up and saw the neighbor looking straight at my hands and me. He smiled widely as our eyes met. My hands did stop the gentle movement at my crotch, and I smiled back at.