As soon as the two first made contact, he finally understood and began scooting himself backwards and upwards until his head slid into a strap-holster... ?Very good,? she said, tapping his balls just hard enough to make them twinge, but not ache. ?All of my machines are brand-new, so I’d like to calibrate them before Jasmine gets home. So, let’s see.?Accompanied by the wheezing mechanical sound of the chair springing to life, the straps surrounding Alex’s head began to tighten until they formed a. After they had passed and seemingly oblivious to my, by now hard, cock, I turned towards them pulled my pants slightly down so I could start a good wank, not all the way down but just enough to show the world my ballsack. With them walking away I turned and there to my horror was a young guy standing at the only clump of bushes I could see. He must have been right down by the river and come up just after the 2 women had passed. "There's a name for people like you" he said sounding quite stern.. It was written all over your face as plain as if it had been spelled out. You were hurting and I couldn't just ignore that or say it's not my problem. You made it my problem when you knocked on my door. So I took action to help you with your need."Thirdly and probably the most... delicate reason is that I've always wondered what you were like. I would see you next door, coming and going or sitting out in your back yard or something, and I wondered what it would be like. I guess you could say. My lips could feel the texture of his shaft as they slipped along it. I could feel that he was alive right under the skin as if it had a life of its own. He may not have been talking to me but his cock sure was. The little jumps, getting a little softer and then suddenly rock hard again. I could feel it pulsing as if to a beat when I held it in my throat for a while.The television suddenly turned off or seemed to at least and now the only sounds were being made by me. There was a soft squeaking.