“Oh, go for it M.,” J. said watching me in her bra.I took about a dozen more full fisted strokes of my cock. I felt the cum welling up. I pointed ...y dick back at myself. A stream of jizz shot on to my chest, and then over my shoulder hitting me in the jaw. The rest spurted out on my waist and oozed out over my cock and hand. My orgasm was enhanced with a feeling of uninhibited exhibitionism and relaxation that I’d never experienced before.“Oh, I’m glad I gave you the towel!”I slouched back. She wanted this polite stranger to fill her up as full as possible. It wasn’t like her to allow someone she had just met to play with her most private bits. It was a good deed though, right? “Anxious are we?” he teased as he followed her eyes to his erection. She reached for the stretchy band of his boxers and set him free. His masculine scent filled her nostrils. A clear drizzle began to escape from the very tip of his slit. She gave a playful push and knocked him onto his back. She ached to. As she stood up she ran her hand up the back of his legs and grabbed his balls and gave a squeeze. Harder this time. He grunted. She then grabbed two more lengths of rope and went to the other end of the table. She slipped a rope around one wrist and tied it firmly to a table leg. She repeated the same for his other wrist.Kristina let out a big sigh of relief. She had accomplished the critical phase one of her plan and now knew that the subsequent phases would go as planned. She retrieved her. Then they lifted him to his feet and led him outside while a plainclothes detective began to question the people inside the bank. When he learned how Dog and Greg thwarted the bank robber, he shook his head in disbelief."Here's the gun he tried to hold up the bank with," Greg's dad said and handed the revolver to the detective. "It was my son Greg and his dog who stopped the guy. They make a pretty good team." He grinned with pride at his son.Greg began to get embarrassed. "Aw, I just didn't.