Unlike the very unpredictable male, my trusty middle digit is always, ready, it's never tired, it never wants to talk when it's over, and ...est of all, it doesn't think of me as a slut, or at least I think it doesn't! I'm thirty two years old now, but I still manage to get off with my own hand at least once or twice a week, that's eighteen years of pleasuring myself when I felt the need arising! What was strange about this very natural phenomena, was how I. By seeing this I could not with stand the beauty before me, I started caressing my hard cock. I was in heaven when she suddenly turned around a saw me holding my 8' with my hand. I could see her expressions on her face, mouth wide open. I thought she is going to scream instead she winked and gave me a cute smile. I got tensed and begged her to not to tell this to my wife. She said OK and asked me to come to her house with her hands. Some how I managed to reach her house (I was really tensed).. In this case, it’s the arch of my neck and the tip of my tongue that teases the corner of my mouth. You bring me right to the precipice, until you can see the quiver in my upper thighs before expertly pulling out, leaving me cursing out loud. “Fuck you, let me come,” I gasp. “You’re a greedy little thing tonight, Babydoll,” you say with a knowing smirk. “All worked up. All hot and wet. All tiger and no kitten.” “I thought you like it that way,” I purr. You raise an eyebrow, leaning into me. Tyrone bent down in front of me, and I tried imploring the old black janitor with my eyes to not do what he did next. He took my hands and bound them together behind my back at the wrists. Faith and Hope were forced to their knees just to the side where Mr Halston stood in the corner. Their eyes were red from tears , Hopes makeup was making her look like a racoon. Old Tyrone took some more lengths of rope from his coveralls and tied Hope and Faiths hands behind them as well. Thats when Vice.