Her ankles were tied to her thighs, preventing her from standing. Finally her master let her know if he was pleased: ‘Come on, bitch. You cou...d at least fucking try.’ She moaned, fearing another caning on her thighs – that had been her punishment last time she had performed an unsatisfactory blow-job. She began to suck the cock in earnest, making exaggerated slurping noises around the shaft, and allowing herself to drool over her large breasts, which were pushed forward as her. 'He gave Nicola a playful smack on her bottom — an unwelcome reminder of what had to be the worst 15 minutes of Nicola's life.When she got over the worst of the shock and humiliation Nicola's first thought was to think who could have played such a trick. For several days she went about surreptitiously watching for any word or sign that might give a clue but really there wasn't any. Once or twice she thought she had detected some suspicious action but on reflection Nicola had to admit it didn't. There is something about holding my own clit in my hand and stroking it just the way I like it that drives me wild. But I also love watching other people masturbate – men and women. I consider myself straight or bi so I love masturbating off with guys – in real life,or on the phone, or using a webcam. I love to think that someone else is listening to me cum. It turns me on so much to know that another guy is getting off listening to me, and I know how much it gets me off listening to him.i’ll. "Which reminded me of something. I said, "Dad, you have NO IDEA! Remember that comment and we'll discuss it later." I refused to explain any further. Dad had reminded me of my intended light blob demonstration, which I planned to be the first half of a session with my parents to reinforce the rightness of Carol and me being together, since Mom was having trouble accepting my sex-life. That discussion was so important that I wasn't going to waste the impressive effects of light blobs by.