Next, he reached out to touch her breast but she shifted away. “No,” she said sharply. And then more softly, “First you must watch. Only once I...come can you have me.” Kayla enjoyed the frown that turned down his eyebrows as she picked up the speed of her fingers, bringing about another little moan through her lips. As she continued her little show, Scott’s hungry eyes never left her. He shifted from foot to foot in clear impatience, his own hand rubbing his length almost without thought. . "That's better son," he spat. "Now crawl over here, cause I got a present for you."With the slight taste of blood in my mouth, I knelt in front of this hulking monster, hoping that somebody would come along and salvage me from this impending hell."Unzip my jeans, faggot," he ordered.Slowly my shaking hand reached up to do as instructed. My mind raced, but I saw no avenue for escape. I could try to knock the guy down and make a run for it, but if he caught me, I didn't doubt for a second that he. Soon, while still being jerked off at the front, another hand had found my ready and waiting ass, primed for a good pounding. First, there was a grab, then a slap. I groaned appreciation, and received another, then another. I started grinding my ass so he'd get the idea, and next thing I knew, his finger was running down my crack.Now was my time. I lent forwards. "Do what you like" I said "it's waiting for you!". I felt his spit on my asshole, then his finger playing, tickling the edges of. ------------------------------------------I got home that night at around 6pm and began undressing out of my scrubs. A piece of paper landed on my bed and that's when I realised I hadn't read the not Alison had given me. I picked it up and read it to find all she had written was her cell number with a kiss 'x' underneath. I felt butterflies in my belly spreading between my legs as I thought about her. Should I text her? Call her? I wonder what she wanted me to have her number for. I made an.