In less than a commanded, motioning to my crotch with her eyes.“You want me to ... um...” I asked, embarrassed.“Yea, I want to see you jerk off,...just for me.” she interrupted.I took a deep breath, looked her dead in the eyes and I knew she was serious. I slowly reached down and began to unbuckle my belt. Her eyes traveled down to my hand, her finger increasing it’s tempo between her legs. I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them giving my throbbing cock some relief. I lifted myself up slightly. I nodded and said yes that I recognized it. I was expecting her to go off on me. She’d found my stories, she went to the trouble of printing one out to confront me, I was bracing myself for the worst. Her reaction was nothing like I was expecting. She said that she was a fan of zeke81 too so when she found a folder containing all of zeke81’s stories on our computer she was amazed to find that we were both a fan of the same Literotica author. She hadn’t figured it out…she didn’t know that I was. It's so big it will tear me in half! But I must! If Stephanie can, I will.He took her to the bed, pulled down the covers, placed her on her back and got in beside her. He noticed the sheets were new, very crisp, and held a faint trace of her perfume. She made no move to turn down the lights as he began to caress her body.She steeled herself and moved her hand toward his cock. She found it, touched it gingerly and decided she liked its feel. Then she began to caress it as he continued stroking. “Just do as you’re told or fuck off home!” is your stern reply.He goes of to the men’s and returns ten minutes later very red-faced. He sits between us and you check he is wearing the perfume.“You are a good boy … now just think how ridiculous you are sitting in a pub dressed as you are and smelling like a women. … Now consider how excited you are. … Would you like to leave now?”“Yes please.” he shivers.You and I sit in the front and he in the back. I drive through dark lanes and you tell me to.