She had on the ladies uniform which was a dress falling to just above the knee with a zip down the front from neck to about waist high.She looked down...at my trousers. My hard on was clearly visible in the loose trousers I had on. She looked back up at me, smiled then turned and walked about 5 paces away and continued to dance and sway with her back to me.She then turned round to face me again. She had unzipped her dress from neck to waist. Her bra and the top of her panties were clearly visible. Our chats quickly became flirty and even turned into role-playing, fantasizing about meeting up at her place and having our way on her couch. I couldn’t stop thinking about her as I lay in bed, my hands moving up and down my thighs, wishing she was there with me. Finally I gave up and walked into my living room where I realized I had left my computer on. I sat down on my chair, but instead of turning it off, I thought I might try and see if she was online again. I entered the chatroom where we. I grumbled that she headed out of the house when decked to the hilt, made up like a beauty queen, smelling with perfume that lingered long after she was gone. I told her I was going to take a shower and she should make herself more presentable if she wanted me to hear her questions about keys. When I got out of the shower, I wondered what I would find as I put on my PJ's. When I walked out of the bathroom I found Nat on my bed, on her knees, drinking my Screwdriver. She was wearing a short. Now!Vinnie found himself returning to the chair, draping himself back like hehad been. The vibrator was a cold plastic lump in his hand.Now, you have to get it ready. You don't want it to hurt, right? Shelifted it, the flat base against her hand, the rounded tip up. You have tolove it, Vinnie. Like getting your dick sucked used to feel before me. Youcan't use that piece of pathetic flesh in your pants without pain can you?But you can use this. Just think of it as your own dick, Vinnie. One.