There is cum everywhere, on my thighs and stomach and chest and soaking into the towel that is now under my ass. Su-Yun leans over me and nuzzles my n...ck and cheeks while her fingers gently caress my face. "You okay?" she asks with genuine concern. "Yes. But I've never… never felt anything so intense before." Su-Yun smiles and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. "I'm glad," is all she says. "How? How did you learn to do this?" I want to know, gesturing to my still quivering cock and the shiny. I was stiffening more than I thought possible, so close to releasing a flood of cum yet wanting to hold back for as long as I was able. She held the shaft and flashed a quick smile in my direction before giving a lingering lick of the very tip and releasing her hold. She sat back on her heels. "Don't want to wear you out," she said. "They tell me marathons are all about pacing yourself and saving something for the final dash to the line." She waved an arm at the exercise board, indicating I. The watcher projected into the dancing couple's minds, "You do not see me watching." He had a formula for these things. He had already instructed everyone in the room to ignore him. He disliked thinking about what he did in terms of commanding people. He was giving them instructions and they followed them ... without question. He instructed the other dancers to stay out of his line of sight without paying attention to him."You are extremely sexually attracted to each other. You are completely. "That one was more or less a whisper, of course.I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked down the hallway to the window overlooking the driveway. From there, I watched my father, in his tuxedo, hold the door of the nicely washed and waxed Jaguar open for my mother, dressed in a strapless black gown. The car purred down the driveway, and I went back to the bathroom to finish up. I shaved, I blew my hair dry, and then I tried to decide what to wear. What did the well dressed master wear,.