“Tricky one.”He laughed, and I felt his chain slink across my skin as he moved to lean over me.“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathed. “...re you for real?”“No. Just a figment of your imagination.”“You feel real,” he mused, fingers pushing inside me. “And you definitely did when my cock was in you.”“That was just your hand,” I quipped. “As usual.”He breathed out a laugh.“Why’d you make me wait so long, anyway? Did you get off on it? Imagining how I jacked off over you?”Two of his fingers had. When she was working in the Health Service as a musculoskeletal physiotherapist, many of her patients remarked that she seemed to be able to feel exactly where their pain was. She hadn’t thought of this as a special ability, but just that she had learned to detect subtle differences in muscle tension that indicated specific areas of damage. To her surprise, however, she found that by solely by touch she could tell how close a man was to orgasm — not just by the strength of his erection, or the. I quietly went up and approached the bedroom. I looked at the dresser mirror where I had a view. He was on his back with his legs spread and ankles locked. She was facing his feet straddling the biggest cock I had ever seen. Porn movies, mags you name it. He was pumping her pussy with a big set of balls bouncing while she was screaming. I mean screaming. She was saying “fuck me Tom!! Fuck, don’t stop“. I had an instant hard on. I positioned myself in hall as not to be seen. I was mesmerized by. They weren't too stoked on the mud idea either. I forgot to tell them about the nipple clamps and clit clips, or the collective nudity. They thought the money sounded OK, but after thinking about the money all afternoon, I didn't.As I reached for the doorbell Sunday morning, Brandy's boyfriend opened the door, on his way to work. We exchanged greetings, and he was gone.The first thing Brandy asked, as soon as the door was closed and locked was: "Did you tell your boyfriend about this idea last.