I pulled her hair and made her stare up at me. I pulled her closer and made her sit between my legs.She stared up at me, like a hungry slut. I spat on...her mouth. She gulped it down and thanked me. I caressed her hair and held her head over my undies. I made her smell my crotch and the semi-erect dick. She started kissing my dick over the undies, unable to control herself after smelling the precum.My dick started getting harder with the touch of her tongue through the undies. She could sense the. I replied with a shy smile, my gaze sweeping the room. There was no sign of the steel contraption he’d shown me last time. I wasn’t sure if it was relief or disappointment that made me sigh. Perhaps a little of both. "Would you care for a drink?" I shook my head, then changed my mind. I could feel the tension in the air, the tension in my body. I forced myself to smile, nodding this time. "Sure, I guess so." He motioned me towards the couch and I waited until he returned with a glass of white. Stacey sighed. She realized she was, in fact, a big chicken. But if she wanted this, and she REALLY wanted this, then she would not be discouraged by Beth’s and Laurie’s success. She would learn from their experiences, as well as those stories they had shared.She decided perhaps she could be almost as bold as Beth, and maybe even as inventive as Laurie. She got up from the couch and walked toward her room, but didn’t enter. She had spent enough time in there to know every item within.No,. At the same time, she tried to deny the little thrill that she felt when she thought about it.Into the massage room, she carried a huge, long T-shirt that she had kept out of Jeremy's notice. Putting the shirt on a chair, she again took off her top, this time, making no effort to hide her breasts.With her top removed, she grabbed a towel off of the stack that was always handy, and unfolded it. Somehow, holding the towel behind her in one hand, she managed to skin out of her shorts with the.