"You didn't. I just woke up." She looked at him apraisingly, a smile quirking the corners of her mouth. "You look delicious, Mr. Rourke."He looked dow... at himself then grinned at her. "Now you're just trying to flatter an old man." And from the looks of it, it's working," she grinned back at him. "Come here , old man." She crooked a finger towards him. He came towards the bed and she leaned forward, her grin openly lascivious. She cradled his cock and balls, smiling up at him, her tongue. I don't have any sex toys, so I just use strawberry lube and gently place it over my wet pussy and gently massage the hood of my clitoris. Up and down. I gently rub my index and middle finger of my left hand on the hood of my clit and my right index finger and middle go into my wet pussy, in and out. I then tap my clit which makes my pussy wet and the hood pulls back and my clit gets a bit bigger. It's like my hands cannot stop, they have to keep working on my pussy and clit. My breathing. I am worried I will become bitter with the situation and find some reason to walk away. I am perplexed at quiet times like these where it is just me and my thoughts.He is sexy, though. I watch him breath as he sleeps in the bed. He is strong and well built but not overpowering. The chest and groin are well groomed. He takes very good care of himself. Other girls check him out in public. He is, afterall, a handsome man.It frustrates me that I can't be content with this life. My friends wish they. The riding crop appears over my shoulder as it begins to trace over my nipples, making them firm and tingle. She motions to two of the men over towards me who stand on either side of me. As she nods, they each take one of my breasts in their hands and begin to knead them hard. ‘Show your appreciation’ As they become rougher, squeezing hard, pulling and twisting my nipples. One of them kneels down and takes my left breast into his mouth I begin to softly moan. His tongue felt nice and warm.