“You’re doing great, Chad. Now one hand on each boob.” While he massaged my chest, I quite openly rubbed my pussy through the fabric. I wondered...if he’d ever seen a woman masturbate. Probably not. I had been thinking I’d try to make him come without touching his cock, but now that seemed too cruel. Surrounding the length of his cock with my fingers so his damp tip didn’t quite touch my palm, I drew my fingers along his shaft, repeating the stroke many times over the last three hard inches.. We started talking more and he wanted to know if i'd ever jacked off - he'd heard some friends at his school joking about it. I proudly now stated that I had and I told him about my first time and how I had humped the pillows and bed coverings not knowing what I was doing until I had my first ever orgasm. He wanted to know if that was the only time, and I sort of laughed, because now that I knew what I had done, I was doing it constantly, every day, if not multiple times a day. I couldn't. ] Lorna Zimmerman of twenty eight years and rich long brown hair stepped into the caress of the warm mid-day sun, strapping her backpack behind her. As her bus left with a primeval roar only rare old souls from its species are known to produce, Lorna found a narrow forest road with the appropriate signpost leading away from the asphalt. She took to this road and her pace quickened at the thought of the weekend ahead – left to her own devices in these woods far removed from her city life, she. “Mistress,” he said one night. “My nipples are still puffy and swollen.”“Hmmm,” Karen said, looking at his nipples. They definitely were swollen more than last week.“Have you been using the nipple clamps again?” she asked.“No,” he lied, “I mean, well…, only a few times, Mistress. They hurt a bit, but I like how they feel.”“Have you been using the cream?” Karen asked, “That should help.”“Yes Mistress. I’m on the third tube already,” Jamie said, “Think I should see a doctor?”“For puffy nipples?.