I was then subjected to a whole load of comments about my body; only one of which I hadn’t heard before and I couldn’t resist responding to it. It...was: - “Hey girl, you forgot your knickers.”My response was,“No I didn’t.” The guy who said that must have been a little confused because he didn’t reply. I smiled to myself and wondered if he thought that I had deliberately not worn knickers, or I was wearing some that he couldn’t see. Whatever it was I didn’t care and the guys soon moved away. Faster.Just one word, one breathless command, and my cock is pulsing harder. My hand becomes a blur, pumping with greater force, but also easing off at regular intervals. While everything in me screams to go faster, to explode, we both want it to last. Even though we're not touching, I'm alive with sensation sitting across from you on the bed. Our legs wide open, naked forms on full display. The palpable heat of your of your body hovering around my tingling skin. The light reflecting off the. Peering into the bedchamber, their eyes adjusted to the darkness and beheld Cecelia lying beneath her covers knees making tents of the spread. She was shaking to and fro as one possessed. The sounds of her groans were barely audible. ‘Wait here,’ Lydia whispered to the frightened girl and she made her way tentatively to Cecelia’s bedside. Her Lady became still as she approached head turned away. ‘My Lady,’ Lydia began, ‘are you ill? Shall I call for an apothecary…a physician?’ ‘No…no…’. Finally I went on an Internet chat room and hooked up with another young man who said he wanted us to explore my new found fascination for gay sex. I was later to find out that David was seeking submissive men for his dominant partner Mark. I won't detail the story as I have chronicled all of it in a series of stories on the Literotica site called Chasing Fate. Some have questioned whether or not this is a piece of fiction or my real life story. I have to admit, neither Ann or I would have.