She stopped again. I think she wanted to make it last. If she did it was for her, not for me. She ran her tongue very gently along the underside of my...penis, then lathered it generously over the tip, took it back in her mouth, back down the shaft, and then back up. She took it back out of her mouth and in a very very soft voice she whispered "get ready," she whispered. I nodded OK. Finally, she began a slow, steady, rhythmic sucking of my rigid penis. Up, back down, then up, back down,. I loosened my towel and adjusted it so my shoulders and upper back were exposed but my breasts and bottom were still covered. He rubbed his hands together and then placed them on my shoulders and began to rub the lotion in. His hands were strong and he used firm strokes to rub it in. I let out a little sigh of bliss and told him I enjoyed a firm touch from a man which encouraged him to rub a little harder. He was looking at me in the mirror and I could tell he had noticed his actions had. Ughh. This is going to be messy. And uncomfortable, or rather painful, I think as she throws a last look at me and then turns and walks away, the clicking of her heels on the tiles receding. I'm alone again, facing yet another ordeal. This is tiring, to say the least. Tiring, painful and humiliating. But mostly it's just plain wrong. You don't go snatch someone and subject that person to all the crap I've been subjected to.It's sick, to put it in a nutshell. However, as sick as she might be, as. He took the bet. I was on the right of the doors, knowing full well, short of calling the fire department with the panic button, I only could sense the slowing down if there was someone below us that was waiting for a ride.I held the doors open for a second until they got in position, She held the rail facing the glass, He got his cloths down and mounted her. the doors closed and we started down. It seamed like a second went by and we came to a bouncing stop. The doors started to open. My eyes.