It crawled down from the table with the tenacious skill of the species, scurrying across the floor toward the door. Devan then discovered that she had...some limited contact with the creature's mind when she sensed it seeking out a means to leave the room. After she gave the mouse free reign to explore, it quickly located a hole large enough to squeeze through to reach the space between the walls.From there, Devan offered general directional guidance, but otherwise let the mouse follow its. As I finished cumming I noticed her back arch tight, her hips heave and her tits quiver. She was having an orgasm.After cleaning up, she explained to me that this was the only way she could reach orgasm, watching men masturbate. It was something that had happened to her when she was young that had caused this psychological reaction. As a teenager, she had spied her father standing in front of her mother masturbating one night as her mother lay aroused. The image could not be erased from her. She leaned against her friend’s soap-slick body and realized Fran was shaking, too. Joanne slid the washcloth down over Fran’s belly and between her legs and began to ‘wash’ her vagina. Fran gasped and a powerful shudder went through her when Joanne’s hand began twirling on her middle. Joanne dropped the washcloth and thrust two fingers into Fran. Her thumb began rubbing Fran’s clit. Fran moaned and her hips rocked forward. Joanne kept thrusting her fingers in and out, her thumb moving back and. A Night On A Training Course Chapter 12. My Exhibitionism Gets Out of Control Chapter 13. A period Of Adjustment Chapter 14. Fulfilling My Fantasies At The Spa. ***** Preface Hi, I’m Rachel and this is my story about my life and what it has been like being burdened with the urge of being an exhibitionist. It is intended to be an insight into the thoughts and actions of a real girl / woman who is a closet and sometimes not so closet exhibitionist. This I fear will be a fairly tame story for some.