?What are you doing Beth? It’s hurting my cock, whatever it is,? I said in a more casual way than I was feeling.?I’m just about done, yes?..there...? she announced. And she sat back on her heels beside me on the bed. I looked down my body at my crotch.At first I didn’t know what I was looking at, and then I slowly began to realize what she had done.My penis was now inside a shiny metallic mesh tube. It was of a size that would fit me perfectly under normal circumstances: when I was soft. But as. The officer didn’t stop there, she moved her hands onto the thin material of Jenny’s damp panties and gently rubbed up and down her wet mound. Jenny slowly looked down and saw that the officer was staring intently at her covered mound. She then slowly looked up and stared directly into Jenny’s eyes, all the time continuing to massage her sweet, wet pussy. ‘Please don’t, I don’t like this,’ Jenny managed to say, although her body was certainly beginning to like it. ‘Okay I’ll stop,’ the cop said. The model, Jim was his name I learned later, was somewhat of a legend in the art world. Not many male models can sit for hours in one position much less stand erect for any length of time. But Jim could and not just stand still on his feet. I mean he could keep his cock erect throughout the pose ( usually 15 minutes long ) all through the four hour class session. In fact, even during his five minute breaks he was known to flirt with the lady artists by slowly stroking his already hard cock and. Aiden uncorked the first and poured into the plastic glasses they all held out. It was a crisp Zinfandel from the Napa Valley. They clacked the glasses - ‘to friendship’ - and drank, then ate, and finally all three relaxed into each other’s company. Relaxed and drank freely, Pamela on wine, the boys swapping soon to the beers she had provided. Alcohol seeped into their systems as reservation seeped out.‘You know the time I remember most?’ Pamela said, when they were all halfway down their.