I would rub my cock up and down, slow for awhile and then faster. I would hold my cock at its base and shake it quickly back and forth, making it vibr...te. I would push it forward, toward the seats in front of me and then move it from side to side. The guy next to me kept his eyes glued to my cock and kept getting antsier and antsier. I thought for sure he was going to come out of his seat and move next to me, but he stayed in his seat. So I just kept masturbating, enjoying the thrill of having. Why do you even exist? Why are you here? I was doing just fine until you came along. I'd put up with all of Brittany's crap, and I was well on my way to becoming president myself! But no! You had to show up and let THAT asshole in." Don't call Master that." Don't call Master that!" the free Laura repeated in mocking tones. "MASTER? FUCK YOU! I don't have a master! I am the master! Not some piece of shit man!" The Laura outside the sphere was practically frothing at the mouth. "Look at the mess. Tiffany rubs her breasts harder and the nipples begin to pucker despite the warm water. ‘This is turning you on, isn’t it?’ Tiffany asks. Steph manages a nod and Tiffany smiles at her. Tiffany slowly slides her thumbs over Steph’s nipples at first slow, then faster and faster. Steph lets out a moan and her knees begin to turn to jelly. Tiffany finally lets up and turns Steph around so she can wash her back. Steph lets her nipples touch the cold marble and small shocks of pleasure go through her. " My lurid porn-fired imagination took over, and I suddenly imagined sweet Cindy in S&M gear or something. "Like what?"She shuddered at the memory. "He wanted me to... do it with him. And I just wasn't ready for that. And other things... to him. I don't want to feel that kind of pressure from you."Don't sit in my lap and you won't feel the pressure, I thought. "I don't want to do anything you don't want to do," I lied. "But I really like you and I'd really like to kiss you." I want to kiss you,.