" Railway tracks dragged across my heaving stomach, reaching for the spatula. Glorious firm unforgiving wood to caress my flesh, to swat, to shape, to...punish, to bruise. Pathetic breasts, that slight wibble of stomach flesh, too prominent hip bones, the slight stubbling of my pubis not razor perfected, the mole hiding near the top of my inner thigh, my constantly pouting sex dribbling its ache and want regardless of my better intentions. "Bitch. Bitch. Bitch." Are you happy? Happy in your. I had the window (and curtains) open at the foot of my guest bed, and a little light on at the nightstand; sex in the dark is not my thing. This bedroom was on the second floor and, as there were no houses behind Tom's, I felt quite comfortable stroking myself as the warm wind ruffled the window curtains. Thinking back, I may have heard a 'bump' once or twice, but didn't think much of it at the time and as jacking off brought me closer to orgasm, I forgot about everything else but the touch of. After that was done, Heather then slipped her hands under Rinrin's sports bra. "Hey!" Please breathe deeply, Miss Hatoyama. This is part of the examination."Rinrin fought down the urge to blush as the gynoid's hands pressed against the soft flesh of her breasts. "R-r-right," she sputtered before taking a deep breath.Heather's hands continued to shift all over her patient's breasts, her fingers dancing over Rinrin's nipples every time they moved. The brush of those warm fingers over her. She immediately paid for subscription with her credit card. She started off by sharing stories about her sexual frustrations and how turned she had been watching her best friends rub each others breasts when she was younger. A few days later, Charmaine looking through the list of new account subscriptions couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Peggy’s name and address. Nobody knew who ran the website and Charmaine had on occasion responded to a few fantasy requests to quench her own insatiable.