I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans and slipped my hand into his pants to get my first handful of penis. I took it out and looked at it and ...ubbed it with both hands. I hoped he would take it as a signal that he could get into my pants too. He put his hand down the front of my pants and searched for my damp pussy. When he found it, he slipped his finger inside. Don hadn't learned about the clitoris, yet, so he finger fucked me while I jerked him off. It was only a couple of minutes. In my defence, just prior to this sordid little episode, I had been diagnosed with sperm-addiction (a self-diagnosis, admittedly). Ironically, what made this experience even more deliciously-depraved for me, was the fact that I was seeing a counsellor for sex-addiction at the time and I got a huge kick out of divulging my sordid secrets to her, in explicit detail. Furthermore, she seemed to have a morbid-fascination for my deviant behaviour, a fascination which very possibly spurred me on to. “Mmmm, wonderful, but I almost wondered if they were going to ask me if I wanted “any extras”, I replied.“I know, there was some quite intimate touching there, wasn’t there. I don’t think they would be averse to doing a little more. Maybe we should ask tomorrow, I’ve booked us another massage, and a bit longer next time”.I could hardly believe what I was hearing, but together we took our gowns and panties off and got ready for the shower.“You’ve got a lovely figure Danni”, Jenny said. “I’m. Still, they had turned it over to the owners just a few days previously and the tenants that had been waiting were already starting to move in. About 70% of the space was leased before it was even completed, so there had been some pressure to get it done; owners are always understandably eager to get the rent stream flowing. This party, with free food, an open bar, and a popular local band, was a way to blow off some of that pressure and a thank you to the workers or a job well done. At that.