.. and that's just her walkShe hands me a glass of red wine and I raise an eyebrow, and she smiles"Oh come now, you've got too much about you do like ...ome silly sissydrink.. I think you like something with a bit more depth."I blush. "You made a good choice." I say sipping the wine. "And have youordered my lunch for me?" Should I?" She says conversationally taking a seat. "The thought didcross my mind.. "I giggle. "Perhaps..." I scan the menu to make sure there's nothingabsolutely foul on it,. “Helena, you don’t have to. I really appreci…”They kissed, or rather, she kissed him. He then took a paused, looked deep into her eyes and placed his sensuous lips on hers. Their tender kiss grew in passion as their touching lips became enlacing tongues.Helena could feel every part of her body responding the make out session. Then Jake stopped again. He looked at her straight in the eyes with the same expression he had right before kissing her.“What is it? What did I do wrong,” inquired Helena. I understood there was only one step further I could go and I surely would be ahead so I took off my panties and entirely and started fingering myself. I was already quite wet so it was no problem to get a finger right inside myself. The guy smiled and seemed to really enjoy how we basically just started undressing since he the “competition” started. There was a huge bulge in his pants and we were both naked in the meantime. It was then he undid the button of his jeans, and took his pants off.. And our enjoyment was for the knowledge of our ability - there was nothing sexual about it on our part. I never had an orgasm while performing, and I don't believe any of the other girls did either. It wasn't a sexual act - it was a intricately planned, carefully choreographed, minutely monitored act to reach a certain goal. The immense satisfaction that we got when all went well was almost orgasmic - after a session when we played the reactions of the man, up and down, on and on, knowing.