Furious is how I'd describe it.Looking down at his bobbing head, I could see his right down the front of his speedo (no drawstring troubles there) and...he was pounding away at his man meat.Unlike a porno, I wasn't going to last long with this guy working my cock over so enthusiastically. For a split second, he took his mouth off my cock and told me to warn him when I was getting close. I said okay and about twenty seconds later, I warned him that I was getting close.He started pounding his. 00 and he could meet me I said yes I would be back by thenI had to go into HO that morning and I told the driver that I was going to come back about 12.30 and work from my room so I went into HO and sorted out what I needed to and then went back to the hotelI went back to the restraint and asked if they had some tea bags and fresh milk also to check that jay was still good to meet I managed to get him alone he said he would be there at 13.00 I went up to the room put the kettle on and stripped. There was no other communication between us apart from the odd inquisitive ‘OK?’ I am not a vocal person when aroused but I thought that it would be pleasing for the both of us to let out a low moan when her fingers touched my anus and then more when she ran her fingers down my aching erection.‘You turn over now?’ she asked. I was waiting for this bit; it meant I could pump even more blood into my cock after it had been restrained underneath me for the past half an hour. There was a few moments. ” “And dresses?” “Yes.” “Have you worn my dresses?” “Yes.” “And makeup?” “Yes.” “But why?” “I don’t know.” “What do you mean, you don’t know? Is it like a compulsion or something?” “No, it’s not a compulsion. Well sort of. I just like it.” “You like dressing up like a girl?” “Yes.” “Are you gay?” “No, I already answered that. I like girls.” “Do you masturbate when you dress up?” “Sometimes.” “Not always?” “No.” “Do you masturbate into my panties?” “No!” I shouted. “I’ll take that as a yes,”.