Her dainty hands become coated in his pre-cum as she polishes his knob. Never before has she played with a cock of this size. Normally, she only needs...one hand for a handjob, but the feeling of churning butter out of a man is so intriguing to her. She tugs on him upwards to bring his balls to her mouth to kiss them before slobbering over them while his cock rests on her face. The taste of his sweaty nutsack hypnotizes her as she says, “Bet you want to fuck my funbags, doncha, Bats?”He lets off. My heart thumped as I thought she might no longer be off limits to me.I felt her shift, and a hand — it had to be her left one — caressed my ribcage, just below my breast. In little up and down movements, her fingers crept closer to my armpit, then drifted lightly around it and over my shoulder to my neck. There was a light touch, and the hand tapped its way down my chest to my breast. Her hand slowly closed around my flesh and gave it a gentle squeeze. My nipple tightened and became stiff. “Dude!” Brian said.“Seriously!” Dom chimed in between his chuckles.“I’m going because I want to,” I said in my best henpecked voice. “Not because she’s making me!”“Uh-huh,” Liz said.Liz put her arm through mine as we walked away.The captain was a little dubious at first until Liz assured him that the girls had not asked but instead had been invited. Then he gave his assent so long as they agreed to return to work without complaint when the time came.Liz slipped her hand into mine when we walked. “And then I can tie YOU to the bed?” she asked with a silly smirk.“I suppose turn-about is fair play.”“And threesomes?”“That might not be the best idea,” I said carefully.“Not saying I would, but why?”How could I tell her that I was concerned about going down the same path my dad had gone down?“I’m just not sure,” I replied.She continued flipping pages into the section of the book about health and diseases.“Prostitution?” she laughed. “I don’t THINK so!”“No thanks,” I replied, then teased her.