Lowering her self onto his engorged cock.I could hear the squelching noises as she moved, slowly at first, up and down on his cock.My cock was rock ha...d, and I gasped a little. She looked up. Straight at me. She smiled. Leaning back she cupped her breasts again, giving a show to her man, and to me. She ground her hips into his crotch, the slurping sound indicating how turned on she was. Faster she ground. The guy beneath started to pant faster. His body going rigid. His hips arched up as though. A few knowing looks were exchanged around the bar.She sat and chatted. They soon struck up a rapport. her and a couple of the guys at the bar. This place wasn’t so bad. Even though she felt very exposed in her wet clothes.About twenty minutes into the chat she asked about the small charge the barman made reference to when she made the phone call.“Well, you won’t need money.” the barman said.She was confused.He nodded towards the pool table. “Just a small turn on the pool table,” he. I was terrified of losing control, especially to a man. This fear led me to try and dominate every person in my surrounding. She suggested that the only way to get over this was to face my fear. To give up control to someone completely, preferably a man. She also taught me this technique called autohypnosis in order to let me control my own fear. A technique I quickly found myself very proficient with."Jessica paused for a while to eat some dessert and I was beginning to suspect part of what. She put her arm around my neck and said, "Oooooh, that feels oh! Ahhh! so good, honey." She set down the pan on a plate. I pulled her over closer against me and put my other hand on her leg. Mum leaned down slightly, holding my head against her breast as I ran both hands up and down that magnificent bare thigh. Finally I slid my hand to the inside of her leg, all the way up to her crotch - and wow! My fingers encountered nothing but curly hair and soft damp flesh - no panties! I soon had both.