OK. Let’s see it free standing.”I let go. Out it stood.“Mummm, I think it would help if you let your jeans fall all the way down. Open yourself ...p. Let it breathe.”I complied, yet was still in a quandary as to what was going to happen. I had heard that some touching was OK with Charity, but didn’t know who would do what.She accentuated her wrist action and said, “Load it up, Baby! Jerk faster, but not too hard. I love just watching you stroke your cock.” I turned my stroking up a notch. “Tom,. I pulled myself up to his bed looking at him. He had a small flashlight and a maxim magazine next to him. "What're you doing?" I asked innocently. Kyle rolled his eyes helping me up to his bed. "If you must know I'm doing what I always do," he said quietly, "It's how I go to sleep..." Surprisingly he seemed pretty shy about jerking off. I smiled seeing the small tent under his covers. "Need any help?" I asked pointing at his boner. Kyle blushed looking away. I don't know why I did it but for. She knows what she wants. The raging of her head as she stands in her gloom finally picks a flavour. And a scent. And a texture that she needs. Has to have.His rope was messy. In stark contrasts to the smooth outline of the sublime, architectural curves of her body, the lines pressing her into that shape are crude. Functional. Different kinds of rope. Some cotton. Some acrylic. Some jute. Immaterial materials. Her wrists bound to the table legs at one end, and long, long loops passing around. If your teacher needs you to do that, call me out of any class I may be in," she said through a grin a mile wide."Be careful. Don't tell anyone what we did. It is illegal along with being immoral. But, if I were going to be illegal or immoral with anyone, it would only be with you Stefani. Here we are, see you later kiddo."She said, "I already miss you, see ya!"An hour later, I already missed her. Wow! Having sex makes you kind of always anticipating the next time you may see your new partner..