I accidentally let out a hard breath, quickly turning into a fake yawn. You see me trying to not let anyone know, and I can feel your hand softly cup...my ass. Looking up at our reflection, you have a sly smile for me, as if to say two can play at this game. I widened my eyes a bit. Now its a challenge. Damn it&hellip,. Why did I wear such a short and flowing skirt? I can feel the heat of your hand through the thin material. As my fingers add more pressure on rubbing your cock, I can feel that. T. and jabbed a finger at Thatcher. Or rather, where she thought Thatcher might be. The alcohol made her head spin. Her feet wouldn’t stay put and the world kept swimming in and out of focus.She took a threatening step towards him and fell over. Red hot blood flushed her face and she pushed herself up. Gravel clung to her cheek and she brushed it away.“I’m going,” she shouted towards Taylor. Taylor managed to free a hand from mauling Blaze’s chest and waved her goodby.K.T. gathered up her board. There were about 30 trucks in there with us. He said, "I'll bet you can suck ten dicks here in a half hour. If you can, I give you a ride home. If not, you figure it out for your self."He reached across me, opened the door, and said, "Get going. It's thirty minutes starting.... now."I practically ran to the first truck. The guy opened the window as I approached and I said, "Please let me suck your cock." He opened the door and I climbed up into the cab and blew him. He was small and uncut and. The push, the change, the thing that made it hard was he wanted her to boldly ask Peter about his masturbation. And if he thought about her. It was going to really change the things that were out in the open if she could force herself to do it.Sitting at home, staying naked all day while she worked remotely was a sort of playful game and pleasure in and of itself. She was often able to work at least one day a week at home, but she had not been in the midst of a series of dares like this before.