I finished masturbating with my left hand and used my right middle finger to probe my depths, swirling and fingering, finally getting past the second ...nuckle. And there was a feeling - and it's hard to describe, but it felt like my finger had passed a threshold of some sort and it gave me an extremely fulfilled, satisfied feeling way up inside, where I hadn't gone before. Like I was filled up, and I really liked it. But of course I came right about then, so I didn't get to explore as much as I. If anyone were unapproachable, it would be her, he thought. But here she was. Maybe this was a chance to learn about some of Ray’s co-workers. “Sure,” Ray said. “What’s your pleasure?” “Are you buying?” Jen smiled, as she took a chair close to Ray, close enough he could smell her very subtle scent… a nice soft fragrance, like she would have just getting out of a shower. The server appeared, and Ray ordered for himself and for Jen. Matt gulped the last of his beer, got to his feet, and. After what seemed like hours of torture, the drops stop. I start to wonder if he has left the room again, when something huge and hard is rammed between my legs. It slides in easily, he has obviously noticed how excited I am. But, whatever it is, it does not belong to him, I can feel his stiff cock rubbing against my side. I start to wonder if someone else is here, when I feel him moving over me. I feel something land either side of my head as he unties my gag. He tells me that any misbehaving. ” I nodded my head nervously, not wanting to disobey him. I bit my lip, and gulped once more, wondering what was going on in his mind. He started to stroke my face with his large, rough hand. His touch was soft, and almost inviting. I let out a shivering sigh, and let my cheek rest on his stroking hand. I knew I was liking this, even though I wished I didn’t. My heart was saying yes, but my head was saying that I was still slightly pissed at him. I did not know which one to listen to. The.