'well, well, well' She said. 'look at this little cunt boy.' i heard, before i felt, the crack of the leather riding crop on my chest. 'I am disappoin...ed; I had hoped for better.' the crop traced itself down my chest, over my waist, and moved lightly over my cock. She tugged my thong off and it fell to the floor. She sighed. i had heard that sigh before. 'this is pathetic. I thought that perhaps you were exaggerating how embarrassingly small your cock is, but I guess not. you are pretty. A shifting shadow and a slight click of plastic made me realise that I was being watched from over the partition so I reached down and deliberately fondled my balls, stretching the skin on my shaft as far back as it would go and exposing the engorged bulbous head of my cock. I licked the tip of my finger and made wet circles around the eyehole then licked it again as it gave me a gift, a globule of sparkling precum. I can't explain why, but I felt delighted at being watched and in the knowledge. "Ten years, would you believe? I was married when I was only eighteen and he was 35 years old. He really swept me off my feet; he was and still is rather debonair. The fact that he was filthy rich didn't hurt either, but that wasn't the main reason, I've got to say. Sex with him has always been good, but he does like a bit of variety occasionally" she told me, rather honestly for someone you've just met I thought. But then I thought perhaps she's just letting me know that they like to swing."So. ” “Mind if I come up with you?” Meg asked. “I’ve spent all this time com ing here. I don’t want to waste a second just sitting around waiting.” Fran looked at me and lifted her eyebrows to form her question. I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders. “Well, if Hank doesn’t mind, then I guess its okay with me. It’s not like you haven’t seen me without clothes on before.” We all paraded up the stairs. Fran led and I trailed up the rear. And what a rear it was. Watching those to beautiful asses.