?I suppose you’ve jerked off a few times,? she said mockingly, lightly brushing the toe of a boot against my hardening cock. ?You been jerking off ...t work?? she demanded to know.?No, Miss Julia,? I answered truthfully. Around the waist of her denim skirt was the same wide black leather belt with twin rows of large chrome grommets which she had whipped me with on our last encounter as punishment when I confessed to masturbating in the restroom at my job. Exciting as it had been to live my. A lot can happen in three months. You know what they say, out of sight, out of mind. He knew he was grasping at a short straw.But on July fifteenth, he was in Memphis. He walked around town that morning. It was hot and humid and he was sweating bullets in minutes. He got off the street and into a diner to cool off, but he wasn’t hungry. He drank sweet tea and tried to read the newspaper.He was in the lobby of the Peabody by one-thirty. He found a comfortable leather chair on the north side of. Dark heavy eyebrows, that had never been plucked, and deep set brown eyes. She had a strong chin line and a wide mouth with chiseled lips. Her nose had a small bump in it but fit the rest of her face perfectly. Her hands were coarse with short nails and obviously had been used for manual labor. She appeared to have muscles where real girls did not. It was fairly easy for her to pass as a man. It appears that I was able to detect her because of some weird dyke radar that I had developed. By the. She began loading up the first machine she grabbed and took out her quarters dropping a couple on the floor. I was about to help her out until she bent down and I noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties. Didn’t see that coming. She got my attention that I couldn’t take my eyes off her and my cock was starting to swell. She put the quarters in and turned the machine on. She waited until the water filled up. While waiting she slipped off her right mule and started stroking her right foot on her.