“And this is my boyfriend, Will,” Riley added, closing her thighs and releasing his hand. George jumped as though he’d just been slapped and not...ced me sitting there for the first time. “Nice ta meet ya,” he grumbled with a nod, turning back to his beer. The bartender brought our drinks and turned to George. “You gettin' both, or just hers, George?” he asked. George looked sideways at him, but didn’t speak, and tossed a ten dollar bill on the bar. The bartender picked up the bill and grinned at. Sometimes she would say something to me like asking the time or some other non meaningful conversation just so we looked like we really knew each other. A couple of other coconspirators would take several photos of us together as proof of the relationship.I came in for a football game weekend as planned, but was confronted by a surprise. Lynn explained to me that she had a “date” for the weekend. She wasn’t positive I would make it and a friend of hers had a visitor for the weekend and his. .. such a pretty bitch needs to be prettier though. After sucking my cock, I make you get my make-up bag. I put eyeshadow on you... trace your lips in lipstick... paint your cheeks in pink blush.... now my slut is even prettier... I make you resume sucking my cock, while I sit in my chair. I tell you to stand and walk to the mirror. I show you what a tramp you are. I make you look at your pathetic self, standing in the mirror, wearing a thong, a collar with your name on it and make you say what. This particular time was possibly the best wank I have ever had. I had been down in London for the weekend seeing a friend who I hadn't seen in a long time. Whilst down there, I had to sleep in the same room as him and being that I tend to masturbate on a daily basis (a few times a day if I'm completely honest), let's just say by the time I was leaving I was absolutely busting to cum.I was getting the train back up home and it was going to take 7 hours.. I couldn't wait that long. For the first.