'Oh Shaab, ' she moaned loudly, as I sucked her hard pointed nipples.She was really enjoying herself, her eyes were closed and her moans of pleasure g...t louder and louder. Slowly, I moved my hand to her choot and started to rub it from outside her sari.'Shaab, nahin (Sir, no), ' she moaned, catching my hand.'Karne de, tujhe achcha lagega (Let me, you will like it), ' I whispered.Hesitatingly she loosened her grip and I recommenced rubbing her cunt. Few minutes later her hips started to move in. As I pulled into an empty parking lot of a tiny park on the edge of town, a place where I usually play out many a cross dressing night out for myself whenever possible, a special night for me to enjoy the freedom of cross dressing out in the open when no one is around.The scenario goes like this, I park my car overnight, grab my small back pack with a few goodies inside and a trench coat for cover just in case my walk is interrupted by passerby's, an hitchhike the few miles back to my home out. That ‘pre-ejaculatory’ feeling likewise vanished. The electricity was pulsing and hurting even more now! If my clit had not been trapped by my panties I’m sure it would have been visibly pulsing.Oh. That was it. The strap around my clitty, and then the thick rubber band further holding the electrode in place must have prevented any juice emission.I turned off the power, unplugged the cable. Then removed the rubber band and strap from my little clit. Just a couple of little globs of thick juice. She broke it off after eleven months, and I did not like it. I was very happy and thought she was too so it didn't make any sense to me why. I think she was embarrassed being my mothers friend but also that she was thinking of the future and I really wasn't. It took me a couple of years to figure that out. I've decided I was a real ass a couple of times and I regret that. It was uncomfortable for a month or so afterwards until I finished my second degree and got a job in California. She stayed.