Vicky rolled the t-shirt so that it would stay sitting on the rise of my breasts, and she knelt down slowly, never breaking eye contact with me.Her to...gue stuck out of her mouth in a cute way, and soon her tongue was right above my belly button and moving up.As soon as she reached my bra, she yanked it down roughly, startling me. My cheeks turned red as my breasts came into full view, my nipples already hard.She giggled at my reaction. "You're so goofy, Blu. And I can't believe you're wearing a. ....what do you want?” Laura asked him. The man smiled for a moment but remained silent as he reached inside his jacket and took out his wallet. Laura gasped as he counted out some notes. “I think you know what I want.” He said as he placed the notes on the table and put away his wallet. “It.....it......it’s just a fantasy that Tom and I play.” She told him softly. She was scared now; frightened almost. This was actually happening; her fantasy was developing before her very eyes but she was. This knowledge of being watched turned me on even more, and I soon came hard in James' mouth. Through my half-closed eyes, I saw her quietly close the door.A month later, when I was staying with James for a week during the mid-semester break, he caught a nasty cold and went to bed early on the Friday afternoon. His parents had tickets for a concert in Birmingham, leaving Laura and I alone to entertain ourselves for the evening.It began innocently enough, with pizza in the lounge while watching. She had a standard figure for herself. Lots of times these little figures would show interaction. If we planned to get it on tonight and I had called to set it up, her figures would be intertwined.I asked her shortly after we first met how she got started doing this. She had been shown in first grade by her teacher how to draw stick figures and it just became a habit. So much so, that she wasn't even aware of doing it anymore. If you had asked her what she had drawn on the paper after she hung.