"His cheeks burned with a crimson and she couldn't help but admit she was enjoying the reaction, so she continued, "Not that I haven't thought about d...ing that to you anyway, of course." D-don't be gross..." he whimpered adorably, before looking away embarrassed. “I’m being honest sweetie… Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking of you? Mm…”Biting his lip he made to stand, to leave, too conflicted to even look at her, but as he raised himself he felt her hand at his wrist, tight. But it was more than that, it was an instant distraction that made driving hazardous as his eyes refused to be drawn for any length of time from the distinct camel-toe outlined by her underwear.It was vision of heavenly torment. He had never seen Jackie dressed this way, much less seen the prominent impression of her sex so exquisitely outlined — Jesus! He'd never seen down her top before! Beads of sweat broke across his forehead, his eyes repeatedly darting from mirror to road and back again.. "How does it feel. . .Jeff" Gert asks me with a smile."How does it feel? That is a familiar-sounding question. It feels pretty damn nice. Gert, you ever listen to Bob Dylan's 'Like a rolling stone?"Oh yes and blood on the track's album. . . and idiot wind."Gerty puts her pair of silver half-moons on the heel of that dress shoe with the beads around my cock and starts touching me all over."Do you like what Gerty is doing, Jeff"?"Well yeah." Stroke that salami for Gert, she wants your man-sauce. I watched in horror as the tails bit into her tender slit and curled up and over her bottom, crossing the welts already there. The poor girl slumped and hung by her wrists. Two men lifted her on the cart and we followed as it trundled along the lane for a mile to the next boundary marker. On the way we stopped at a stream and a constable drew a pail of water and threw it over her. It revived her senses a little but she still had to be carried to the tree and held upright while they fastened.