“35……36……37”She could hear him counting them out but they started to fade in her ears as she focused more on the cock in her mouth. Even w...thout moving her mouth on him, she could taste the salty tang of his pre-cum in her mouth.She was determined not to make the mistake she made earlier. She couldn’t control the paddle, but she could control her mouth, her lips, her tongue – and most importantly, her teeth. She concentrated on the feel of his thick cock laying on her tongue. She willed herself. Cum was already oozing from the tip of his penis. It was now too late to turn back and end this display of masturbation. I couldn’t stop him nor did I want to. It was vile and banal. It was embarrassing and yet it was exquisite in its lust. I moved closer to him and he asked me to lift my dress. As if they had a mind of their own, my hands dropped and lifted my hem to my knees, then my thighs and finally to my waist. I shuddered in pleasure as my wet knickers were revealed for his eyes. My. ”“It was very intense. I’d been wanking for nearly two hours when I did that.”“Mum’ll be home in an hour, so you’ll have to show me another day.” She made it sound like no big deal. Maybe most guys could squirt two metres. I wasn’t sure I could do it on demand. Tabatha knelt down beside me and rested her chin on her hands on my thigh. Her face was close to my groin and her eyes were almost going cross-eyed, focusing on my cock. She sighed and I wondered if she was bored.“It’s such a. I didn't scream or try to run, I just lay and stared up at him."Legs ain't bad either," he said for my T-shirt had ridden up over my knickers. He leaned over me; his foul beery breath more evident as his face became closer to mine. One again he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer, his free hand cupped my left breast."Yeah, very nice," he leered, he pulled my head back painfully, causing my breast to push out more. His hand now moved from one to the other, my nipples painfully erect. Using my.