Its simple hun," sheexplained, "when the blue light is on you have a punter waiting. Pressthat button to talk to Mabel in the waiting room. Press that...orangebutton to indicate you are busy, cleaning up whatever, and that redbutton there is the panic button." Press the panic button and 'Iron-Bar' Steve will be here in seconds.But only press it if you have genuine emergency," she advised me,slipped me a wink, and skipped out of my cell to the sound ofapproaching footfalls.Genuine emergency!. Up and down. Your hand glides smoothly with the added lotion. Groans escape your lips now, and your hips thrust, simulating fucking.My hips are moving with yours as wetness soaks my panties. The thin material sticks to my lips now. Watching you get off on me is the hottest thing I have ever witnessed.Your stroking increases as do your sounds. Loud, manly grunts fill the quiet air. My own hand finds my clit as I use the doorframe for support. I strum my hot button in time with your strokes,. She said that my penis is certainly adequate but with additional encouragement, she admitted that she had been with men much larger than me before we met and she does occasionally miss the full and stretched feeling they provided. Now, I am of average size, about 5 in hard, and have not heard complaints about my abilities but this is the first time I started to wonder if she could have an better experience with a bigger man. I started to fantasize a lot about seeing her body receive one of. Only once had a girl not been up to the job, and she was buried deep in some woods down in the London area. It had been a shame, as Steve could have fucked her himself had he been allowed before she died. But neither he nor Al ever got that pleasure, apart from once, when they picked up a housewife who only wanted kidnapping. Fucking in the back of a van, and being thrown out not knowing where she was, naked.They had dropped her on the outskirts of Watford, a good fifty miles from home, naked,.