’ ‘Sir, what is the meaning of ‘dissemble’?’ His fingers roamed to her head, tugging hair and skin this way and that. Then returned to her b...easts, enjoying their firmness and stiff nipples. She twisted her front to him and found his lips. ‘Master, my girl parts are in a frenzy. Are you going to impale me on your great tool now?’ He laughed again and tickled her ribs. ‘Dissemble, little one, means telling me one thing when you mean another.’ ‘Oh sir, I could never do that!’ ‘What if we are. I opened my legs and as his cock slid into my hot wet pussy, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I got fucked good and hard and still to this day don’t know how many times me made me cum that night.I felt so wonderful after that night, I wanted men to notice me, admire me, want to fuck me so I started dressing a lot sexier, and teased men just to see their reaction. I would sit opposite them on the train teasing them, crossing and uncrossing my legs knowing they could see the top of my. " I guess I am a little nervous," he admitted.She smiled sympathetically, and put a gentle hand on his arm. "Don't be," she said. "It'll all be over soon enough."He grinned back at her. "Okay. I'll try." Good." Next, she tested his blood pressure, making small talk all the while. "So what do you like to do for fun, Jason?" You know, the usual. Video games. Hang out with my friends." That's good. Stay out of trouble, do you?" Usually," he said, trying to joke.Generously, she laughed. "Oh, I see. After a minute of gently busting his own nuts, he held the neck of the wine bottle with both hands and pressed the bottom of it down into his ball sack. The pressure made his now hard dick rise up from his thigh and flop against the glass. I heard the heavy slap and clunk of dick hitting bottle. He groaned and kept working the bottle back and forth on his scrotum to make his cock beat itself against the glass.This was the first time I had ever watched a guy enjoy his body without inhibitions..