Then I grabbed her favorite vibrator and began running it lightly over her clit.Within moments I felt and heard the familiar signs of her orgasm. I d...opped the vibrator and replaced it with my finger -- her clit becomes sensitive when she comes and the vibrator is too intense, she needs something softer. The dildo was being forced out of her by her clenching muscles, so I pushed it back in, then let it come out, only to push it back in again, all the time gently rubbing her clit. I worked. Less... down there. "Say, howcan you fit all of your tackle in panties so small, anyway?" he asks."You look so good in that skirt, I was wondering what you look likeunderneath." Is this for the job?" I ask. I know that being a working girl willrequire me to be more open about my body, so I trust that he's askingfor a reason."Well, yea, I guess. Can I see your panties?" he repeats with a littlemore authority."Sure," I acquiesce and lift up the skirt with my two hands. It feelsweird to do. But it felt so good and my orgasm was so close. Dees hand snaked it’s way from my hip to my throat and the moment he put pressure on my neck I came all apart. As my orgasm tore through me Dee did let up on his punishing pace. He pounded into me so hard that I thought he’d tear me apart. As I came down from my orgasm he is still keeping up the pace. I’m moaning his name and begging him to spank me. Begging him to punish me. I came three more times and felt the wetness dripping down my legs when. She came to a jerking halt in the doorway as what she had just seen registered in her brain. She slowly leaned back out of the bathroom and looked into the living room once more. On the far couch, where Scott was sleeping, he was on top of the blanket and he had a huge erection springing from his boxers. Her jaw dropped as she stared at it. It was a monster! Scott must have really hit the genetic lottery to develop such a great "asset."As she stared at it lustfully, she snapped out of her.