Ruth’s problem, as I saw it, was that she’d learned early on to seek other outlets for her sexual needs. In a nutshell, she was addicted to mastur...ation. In particular, shared masturbation through fantasy. You can venture a guess as to who was her lucky (or was it unlucky) partner in carnal chit-chat. Ruth was not one to masturbate alone, at least not entirely. Her way was to call me up at all hours (or I her, it was mutual) and we’d pretend that we were “collaborating” on a writing project.. He’s been stroking his cock andplaying with his balls.I’ve got my foot resting on his balls. He’s playingwith his little cock. No. I’m not making fun of him. Heenjoys the way I tease and humiliate him. I’d never doit with anyone around. You see. We’re swingers. Well. At least I’m a swingerand Roger loves to watch. I’ve invited Jerry over for alittle party this afternoon. Grandma just picked up thegirls this morning and I’ve been preparing. Not to mention the fact that I wanted you to do me all three ways. I'm afraid the third way is going to have to wait awhile. You were a brute!" As she said it, she took him in her arms and kissed him softly.Bob didn't reply. He just held her tight and squeezed. Again he heard the wonderful happy sounds coming from deep in her throat. He loved hearing that sound. Loosening his grip, he just held her and she rested her head on his shoulder. When she did, he turned his head and noticed the. Had just stepped back into it.The door was closed and as we backed away from the gate, the flight crew went through the safety procedures and safety checks. Once the plane took off, Liz came back over and told me she had switched places with another attendant so she could fly down to New Orleans. Hannah looked at me when she walked away.“Now that is about as blatant an invitation to hook up if I ever heard one. I am sure the only thing that is stopping her from puling you into the bathroom and.