The girl was happy, relaxed, and no longer horny when she cuddled back up to me.“Now you know that you can feel incredible without having a guy grop... you or having to take off any clothes,” I told her as I gently rubbed her arm. “I’m glad you didn’t mind me rubbing your back, but you seemed to need it.”She giggled before saying, “I would have pulled my shirt up so you could rub my bare skin.”In response, I got her back in front of me, pulled her shirt off, and rubbed her bare back as she sighed. I had served six plus months now, I knew most of the guys on my tier, I was pretty comfortable in this unstable society.One evening after watching a movie in the auditorium starring Drew Barrymore I was beating my cock on the toilet with my boxers around my ankles thinking of her when Roger again pulled out his cock and started to jack off too!Only this time with visions of Drew Barrymore fresh in my head I pumped my cock up and down vigorously, I was on the edge of cumming when Roger quickly. I can feel sweat trickle down from my back around my belly and down onto the leather of the horse. I'm not just enjoying this — that's not a strong enough word. I try to stand aside psychologically — to revisit my analytical self — and watch my reactions objectively — but I can't be objective. I'm not just enjoying it. I'm lost in it. Abandoned to it. Unaware of anything beyond, Ylena, me, the spanking horse and Ylena's toys. The sensation is extraordinary and I know that this is why I came. I. Cupping his mouth jokingly. I jokingly replied maybe he should show me too as we laughed it off. That was the end of it as we got back to work. Days later, it got late and everyone was leaving the workplace. We stood outside waiting for everyone to leave the parking lot. Once every one was gone, I went ahead and headed towards my car like usual. Saying good bye before being stopped. He called out to me and came over asking me if I was serious. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Do you want me to.