He also had a very high sex drive and came to fuck me everyday, Monday through Friday. One time he asked me if I wanted to go to the park. I told ...im that I never went out "dressed". He said, "You never stepped outside of the front door with your lady clothes on?" I said no, I didn't have the courage to go out as a gurl. He said, "Well, let's fix that." He then grabbed me by the arm and dragged me outside onto the porch of the apartment. I was protesting loudly and he told me not to. I know I can’t spank you too hard today, but get your little horny body over that bench so I can give you a preview.?My jaw dropped at his words. Before now King had never expressed any interest in playing with women. Prince placed himself at King’s feet, and I saw N’s frame in the doorway. I had to obey.The barn was dark but enough light poured in to the two dusty windows that I knew my body was well lit as I draped over the wooden spanking bench.King and Prince added convenient padding in. As I grew older and my body began to mature, a strange feeling began to overcome me. As I watch these men working out in the hot sun, sweating, sometimes with their shirts off an uncontrollable urge to touch myself grew between my legs. I would regularly take the Mexican men some water to drink, trying not to get caught gazing at their muscular chest, then rush back inside to the bathroom, and furiously rub my clit as I watched them through the bathroom window.I became even more adventurous. You have things that turn you on. Right?" Yeah. Okay." Still unconvinced.Where do sexual fantasies come from? A lot of places I'm sure, and as far as I'm concerned I don't care where the fuck they come from. They're just my fantasies.Tori thinks too much.But that's just my opinion.I have no idea why I get wet when I imagine some man or woman watching me do myself. All I know is that it feels GOOD when I think about it.And it feels better---waaaaay better---when someone watches me for real.Way.