“Hey, wait!” he was saying. “Can I get a straw?!” And when she didn’t pay attention, then he kept on. “Hello? This drink comes with a str...w!” She didn’t want to listen to him and walked away. Mason was infuriated that he was ignored. The waitress was shorter than him, though, and he must have thought he could get away with bullying her. He got up and chased after her and grabbed her shoulder. When she turned around, he yelled again about the drink and started pointing at her.They were right. I told her that she even sounds sexy on the phone this late at night and I love hearing her voice. Corina giggled and asked me if she really sounded sexy and I told her she needs to call me anytime at night and I would love it. Corina softly moaned and I asked her what she was doing and she whispered she was rubbing her button now and it felt really good. Corina told me that she is sleeping and I told her she doesn't sound like it and she told me to hush now and let her talk. I was quiet and. “Strange”, I thought but watched and waited for my instructions. What came next still shocks me to this very day. Pauline Manson pulled her leather backed chair out from under her desk and placed it in the aisle. She then reached into her bag under the desk and placed a wooden brush on the top of her desk. “Come here Peter!” The instruction was unlike any I had received from Pauline in detention in the past. This was stern and I was left in no doubt that I could not mess about. When I was. You gasp as I grab your cock firmly, squeezing and stroking it. With my free hand, I slide your pants off. Only your boxer briefs are keeping your cock from my sight. I can see where your precum has left a darkened spot on your boxer briefs. I brush my fingers over the tip of your cock, coating them. I remove my hand from you. You groan until you see my fingers moving to my mouth. I suck each of my fingers clean of your precum. I swirl my tongue around each, moaning as I lick myself clean. This.