What was I going to do? Should I follow? What does he want? Why is he making me so hard? I put my stuff down and decided what the heck! I went into th... mens room. It was rather small, just one toilet (no door), on urinal and one sink. As I got in he was sitting on the toilet, jeans down and shirt open. I went to the urinal and tried to pee but with no success. My boner was preventing me from doing that. I hear rustling in the stall then he said it! “show me what you've got buddy!”I slowly. Eventually I got persuaded to trading pictures and started to cam with some of them.Boy, I think that camming was the greatest kick I got out of all of this till that point. Showing my body to men, only ones that shared my age, but soon I'd take any chance to be watched and complimented.Loving the feeling of being found arousing, I did mostly whatever they asked, which soon became assplay and drinking cum.Not much later I bought a dildo and some butt plugs and spent my weekends entertaining. " I know," Ashley said as Becky started the minivan forward. "We hate that we have to make you wait." You do?" Kelsey asked.Lenore giggled. "Mark isn't the only one to find you cute. And you probably have already heard that girls can enjoy a long cuddle." A cuddle? Is that what we call it now?" Becky said sarcastically. "Why not call it what it is?"Ashley looked over her shoulder at me, a flirty smirk on her face. "Really? So you want me to say that I love sticking my tongue in my lover's twat. She gave an involuntary little gasp at the sight: Mistress was dressed head to tow in a tight-fitting, shiny red latex catsuit. The smooth material stuck to Mistress’ body as though it had been sprayed on her, emphasising the curves of her large breasts and hips. A zipper ran down the front from her throat to her belly, and another zipper from a little below the first and all the way down between her legs and up to the small of her back. High-heeled boots were a part of the suit, and the.