I drew a deep breath as I leaned a hand on one hip, and slowly caressed my own pussy with the other. "No touching me right now, Jasper. Just masturbat.... I bet you love to play with yourself, don't you, and you do it all the time, looking at porn." He jacked his cock faster, looking intently at me, less than two feet away."Stroke it for me, baby. I want to see you cum." I loved hearing the sound of the words as they came from my lips. He moved closer and reached toward me. "No," I said, "not. Wrapping the towel around me, I grab the wine glass. Entering the bedroom, I put the glass on the nightstand next to the bed. Standing in front of the fireplace, I watch my flickering profile illuminated on the far wall. With thoughts of the stories dancing in my head, I let the towel drop to the floor. My hands move to my tits and pussy, watching every movement on the wall heightens my arousal.My tasty juice soaks the fingers pumping in and out of my pussy. The scent of my sex, permeates the. It's funny how you know these things, that I could see all the steps she was taking to "counsel" me even though I'd proved unable to use that acuity to solve my own problems. "So how have you been?" she asked, smiling. "Fine," I said, immediately knowing I should be adding something. Of all people I ought to be comfortable with, Ms. Dailey had to be the one, though I always found myself feeling intimidated, probably because she was so perfect and so beautiful. I suppressed my fantasies in her. We were both extraordinarily aroused, my cock throbbing and hard and her sex puffy and flowing copiously with my cum and her own viscous lubrication when I touched her. I slid fingers into her and out, and toyed with her nipples and clit. She came once, clinging to me and gasping, her body trembling, and she skillfully brought me right to the edge several times before backing off. One time, releasing her grip on my cock and moving to my balls for a firm squeeze, she brought her other hand up.