Her fingers were only a few inches from my bush. I inhaled sharply as her hand slowly began to move toward my pussy. ‘What are you doing?’ I cried...out as I tried to move my body as far as I could to prevent her from touching my smoldering cunt. ‘Only what is necessary for tonight,’ Marcinda said as she removed her hand and quickly pulled a strap up over my waist and attached it to the other side of the chair. ‘Marcinda, why are you doing this to me?’ I pleaded as I tried to wiggle out of the. . I’ll prove it to you,” I said, as nervous as I was. I looked away and stared out the window a little longer.“OK, then,” Marcus said. “Prove it.”He adjusted his seat and leaned back, crossed his arms behind his head and looked at me, waiting.I leaned over towards him and felt the crotch of his pants with my right hand, supporting myself up with my left. I could feel his growing bulge as I started rubbing his hungry cock. “I’m gonna take off your pants,” I hissed, stating the obvious. He gave. The phone ringing at the nurse’s station jolted Cathy back to reality. “We’ve got to clean up before anyone finds out.” John nodded and let her wipe her juices from her face, and her saliva from his flaccid cock. A minute or two later, his robe covered him again. “So when’s my next bath?” He asked as the still panting Cathy tried to straighten out her hair and clothing. “Soon,” she purred, and kissed him once more before going to check in the bathroom mirror to make sure she wasn’t disheveled.. As I was saying this, I reached his cock and start massaging it. I could feel is powerful erection, barely hidden by the clothes. Clearly my words hit the right spots. I unbottoned his trousers and in a second he already had taken them off."Are you serious?" he asked. He couldn't believe to what I just said."I am terribly serious. Over the last week I fingered myself at least twice every night thinking about you and your cock. I want you to lick my ass, my pussy and every inch of my body. I am.