After finishing my toes and feet, she went to work on my hands. Shedecided to do my nails but explain to me how she was doing it. She saidI would ha...e to learn through trial and error on how to do my nails butthat we did not have the time to do that today. She dipped my hands ina liquid to soften the cuticles and then she gently pushed them back.She was happy that I had been letting my nails grow so we would not haveto put on artificial tips. She took a nail file and gently rounded thetips. Her lips were full without being overly puffy, and looked slightly wet. Her eyes were a dark blue, a striking contrast to her brown hair and light smooth skin. Perfect breasts were outlined by her tight T top.She knew exactly how she appeared to me, and exactly how she was making me suffer. My erection, now very obvious with my legs spread wide, was both an embarrassment and puzzle to me. I was in enough pain to make me cry out and moan, and yet my cock was rock hard.Slowly, she examined me,. It was adorable and made me want to see how far I could push him. He got the words out despite a slight stammer: "C-can I see your big dick?"I stood up and walked over in front of him, putting my crotch level with his face. I took his hand, pressed it against my bulge for a moment, and slid it into my sweatpants. I wasn't wearing underwear, so he had easy access. "You just gotta pull it out."His big hand cupped my cock and balls as he pulled them out of my sweatpants and underwear. My fat. I nodded to her and grinned. She shrugged her shoulders as if to announce she didn’t know what was happening. I put my hand up to signal all was OK and went back into my bedroom.There wasn’t much chance of me getting back to sleep now. I got dressed and went downstairs to make a cup of tea. Whilst in the kitchen I heard the doorbell ring. I looked to the front door. Through the frosted glass I saw the mosaic pattern of this young girl standing there. She wore a long khaki shirt. I don’t know if.