I can feel my orgasm building as I shout, “Please mistress may I cum?”You open the door and say, “Yes you may, we want to watch.” I open my ey...s and sitting on the sofa is your friend Sarah. I don’t have time to care as the orgasm hits me. I wriggle around as much as the cuffs let me. I know I sound like an animal as the orgasm has me panting and grunting. As it subsides I hear Sarah say, “You’re right Donna, this is going to be a great Christmas.” “Ok bitch, Sarah will be here for Christmas. Until then, the thought had rather repulsed me. Flashers and pervs jerked off in public. A man exposing himself, body taut while his arm and hand worked frenetically, one rigid piston flogging another. But that was silly, wasn’t it? My husband was an attractive man, in excellent shape for his late forties. I certainly had jerked him off plenty of times – and in some weird places, too. He’d done the same for me, and he was pretty good at it, for a man.But now, I wanted to be the one to spy on. ”“Yeah I’m”… I was cut off with her finger to my lips and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very moment that I noticed an upgrade to her living room. To my surprise a stripper pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the pole. (Intriguing)I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a host of different acrobatic tricks to the R&B music playing in the back. With all the events of the day leading to the pole dance I was about. It was for her own good, unfortunately. Those lipsthat belonged on a doll used for pleasuring one's self also were a no go.The upper lip got the most of it, sallowing. The lower one was left alittle puffy, a little pouty. Georgia left the barest taste of cinnemonthere, something to spice up a Christmas someday.Brushing the woman's hair with one hand, Georgia reached down below andmassaged below. It was best to make sure the carpet matched the drapesafter all. Platinum blonde shifted to a.