We sat that way for a very long time; Ben stroking himself to the soft core porn as I watched his every move. Maybe it was alcohol, but there wasn’t...any awkwardness between us.I would have never expected to be cuddling with my friend, especially as he jacked off, but it seemed very natural at the moment. I figured Ben just needed some physical contact and would end up getting off to the movie. No harm, no foul. Just a few beers too many. That all changed when Ben moved his hand up my shoulder. "Are you wondering if I would be like him? Would you like to get it all off your chest so we don't have it as a hidden secret between us?" Three direct questions; questions that would either make or break our relationship. Questions she would be forced to answer and answer with all honesty.Hesitantly she started. "At first I wondered if you would ever have the courage to spank me like Terry did? Not like he did when he was angry and used his belt or the bamboo plant cane but a hand spanking to. I sighed, and my large bosom rose and fell. I felt sweat rolling down between my breasts. "You did great!" she said excitingly. "But you said you didn't know how to strip. I think you're a natural!" Me?! A natural stripper?!" I thought.She showed me how to move, how to get my big breasts to wobble and jiggle just right."We better get ready!" Tracey said. "Remember you have to audition for the manager! You take a shower and I'll lend you some clothes, so you can impress him!"Even though me being. How he stripped me. How he savoured me. How my body responded so eagerly to his and his to mine. My toes start to curl as my breathing quickens. I moan louder and louder. I feel the familiar tightness and tingling deep inside me that is my body’s tell tale that an orgasm is fast approaching. One more loud moan and I feel my body give in to my first bathtub orgasm. My legs are shaking, I know that they won't yet support me in getting out of the slippery tub. I pick up my wine glass again and.