I hesitated, embarrassed at what I was about to do. Wouldhe be able to tell that I was pulling down clothes above and beyond whata man would normally...pull down to take a dump? He glanced at me as Ipaused, almost as if he were evaluating my delay. I couldn't turn aroundand leave the restroom That would be even more awkward. I opened astall door and stepped in.From outside John asked, "Have you heard from Mandy yet Dan?"Unfastening my belt and unbuttoning my trousers, I replied, "No,. But that was not the case. The current atmosphere, her present frame of mind, wasn't Susan Rogers the dedicated newlywed. Instead, it was Susan Rogers the sexually saturated and anticipating woman.She moved her hands to her breasts and slowly caressed her nipples.Any inhibitions she should have had deserted her. She felt like she was in one of those strip clubs, doing a private dance for him with the anticipated payoff not being bills stuck in her thong, but that massive cock driving into her. So I found great delight in masturbating for my newfound peeping Tom.Spitting some saliva in my hand, I started pumping hot and heavy on my cock, whipping up a good batch of thick cream for who ever was watching the show. I could hear him breathing a bit harder than normal, and it sounded as he was rubbing his cock through his jeans. My excitement was building.I then put the middle finger of my unoccupied hand in my mouth like I was sucking a tiny thin cock. Getting it wet with saliva, I. Pleasure washes over me, tingles through me, tightening my nipples against the soft fabric. With a pleased exhale, I pull back, smile up at your bemused face before returning to the place you picked for me to pose.I lick my lips, tasting you on them, pressing them together to hold onto that taste. I can see your gaze follow my tongue, hear the heavy sound of the breath you exhale. The little devil in me grins.You set down your equipment, carefully. It pleases me that you have that control over.