"I'll tell you what, if you put on my panties I won't hurt you anymore." ok," I put them on. And honestly, they were kind of damp on my balls. I told ...er and she hit me in the face."Shut up, you don't even know what that is" is what she told me.I think this was when I started crying a little.Mistress made me stand up and show her what the panties looked like on me and I was so embarrassed. I'm a grown man wearing a pair of panties that couldn't even hold my balls and ran up my ass crack like a. She then took the whole of my dick into her mouth swallowed me down and kept up the rhythm. I did as she instructed, sticking my tongue into her, licking as far as I could reach, pulling out, attacking her lips and then going back in for more.I felt my climax approaching and tried to keep it under control. She sensed the moment, pulled on the rope and pulled my dick out of her throat, licking all the way up the shaft, around the head and back down. Her touch was incredible, and I could not. I moved towards the window so he could clearly see I was looking at him, and I started rubbing myself so he could see I was now doing it with him.I looked down at the sleeping form of my friend and realsied she was in her stocking, so I stooped and removed them, then touched her between the legs. She was dry so spitting on my finger I moistened her, stood up, looked across to him, walked out and down the stairs and opened the side door, fully, left it open and walked into the darkness of the. I didn't want to appear nosy but I felt a certain kinship with him.I took the indirect route and decided to use him as a sounding board. If he wanted to step in and tell me what was bothering him, fine, but if he didn't, I would get a sympathetic ear to listen to me ramble about my loneliness and no one would be hurt. He didn't know me, didn't know where I lived, didn't know my friends, he didn't even know my name and, if after I talked with him I felt embarrassed, I simply didn't have to come.