” “So, I am kind of like Coke?” Marc joked. “Exactly!” Then Marc hit me with an unexpected question. “When you were teenager, what did you...fantasize aboutwhen you masturbated?” "I don’t know," I stammered. I was not sure how candid and forthcoming I wanted to be on this personal subject. I was not sure why, but I found discussing masturbation somewhat embarrassing. Trying to maintain my composure, I added, “Marc, I went to a Catholic, all-girls high school. The nuns had us 'under lock and key'.. I loaded it up and looked at the contents. There was no 'read-me' file, but there were thirty or so.jpg or picture files and then a video file. I opened the first picture and then scanned through each one of them. They had the quality and look of having been taken by a phone camera. The first showed Suzanne in the red dress and all made up. She looked like someone's wet dream. I moved my mouse to my left hand so that I could stroke myself with the right.The next picture was of Suzanne in the. Phil couldn't turn his eyes away from all the jiggling flesh and watched the squad with interest."Mine's called 'Righteous Rods' exclaimed Holly as she tried to get the awkward construction around her breasts. Her extractor was built from another assortment of rings that were connected by a bunch of golden rods at their sides. The whole construction looked like a large tube with missing sides. "I've got Spinning Wringer. Wow, this looks painful!" groaned Cathy. Her device was built from a rigid. I put each cup on either side of my cock and slowly started to fuck it. I looked at her yoga pants and imagined the fabric held tightly against her cunt as it started to sweat. I imagined her having to piss in the middle of a workout and pulling the damp pants and panties up to her salty crotch. She didn't wipe well enough so she could get back to the workout. Fuck it, right? She was going to shower after the workout. A little extra pee wouldn't hurt anything.I started rubbing my cock faster in.