She was an expert at teasing. One photo showed her smiling with a mirror behind her. I could see she was naked but only showing her back and the tip o... her butt. Another picture was of her pulling the front of her shirt and bra down just enough to show the edge of her areolas.I felt that I had become one of Pavlov’s dogs. I would smile, blush and many times adjust myself as I opened her messages. My hardness would begin before I even opened the picture. I guess you could say the Pavlovian. At 6:30pm we head on over to the job location this is some girls birthday party tonight we have five guys and two girls. Most nights we get a few girls from the party to join in, does not take much to convince them.In the dressing room we get every thing all set the order of appearance and stuff so we know what we are doing before we do it. I go on second right behind the guy dressed like an Indian Chief wow did not expect this but OK we can do that. He goes out and has about three minutes to. Cotton panties would not stop any leaks from her open pussy. And having no feeling there, she would never know, until it was too late, and very obvious, that she was leaking.She had always worn flat heeled shoes, but they no longer seemed to go with the body she had, and the clothes she now wore. The three inch heels she had bought some time back, now suited her better than ever. The Justine looking back at her in the mirror, was totally different to the Justine that had originally built the. I looked around. I was standing at the edge of a soccer field, belonging to the sports park we were camping in. The tents laid in the darkness almost impossible to see. Only a few steps away was a bench. I sat down and leant back. The pictures I made up in my mind about the things going on in the tent were still in my head and I still was aroused. I closed my eyes and started exploring the wetness of my crotch again. Lifting up my skirt my fingers were touching my wet pussy lips. The string.