I want to cum all over your pretty little tits.” She moaned and for a second she closed her eyes, taking in my words. Then she was stroking her han... to the tip of my hard penis, her fingers still softly caressing my balls. She opened her eyes again. “Are you ready to cum?” She purred. “Yes,” I replied, my words barely audible. “Tell me. Say my name.” The combination of her hands working so perfectly on my balls and on my cock and her gentle demands tipped me over edge. “Stacy, I’m. Perform," William says, dismissively restarting the song.He picks up a bottle of water and sips from it. Nervously, I start trying to do some kind of chair dance under their intense gaze as I sing, but it's a wooden performance, my palms are sweaty, and I feel anything but sexy whilst William cackles with laughter. A hot flush comes over me, and my heart begins to race as I start to panic.Before I even finish the second verse, I sit in the chair, throw the pom-poms on to the floor and bury my. But there are times… We were sat in the lounge, having a cup of tea and chatting away. Not about anything in particular, just relaxing. But I was suddenly struck by her beauty again, as if for the first time. My feelings grew rapidly, like one of those cartoon snowballs that is soon picking up trees and whole buildings. I thought about how sweet she is, and how much we love each other. I fondly recalled how amazing our recent love making has been. I remember fixating on the sweet sound of her. . Yikes!Okay, none of that.Well ... blackmail. I'd get the goods on one of them and force him to do what I wanted. Yeah ... and how likely was that? Anything I might get on one of those guys would probably be something he thought was worth bragging about!And let's not forget, I didn't want to become known as the girl who was looking for someone to fuck her dog! That would be total humiliation! I had to play it low key, close to the vest, and still find a way. What exactly was this preparing me.