”No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my cock and balls. I will ignore it. I will not come. I will relax. I will think of how much I ...ate his touch. I will concentrate on that, nothing else. “Never,” I tell him through gritted teeth. I am about to tell him he can go to hell when I think of something that might be more useful. I switch to German. ”Fahr zur Hölle, du Hurensohn!” “English, you mother-fucker! English!” His grip tightens, fingers digging into my scrotum.This is. I let out a soft moan, it is carried away in the breeze, lost in the moment. The wind flows across me, the coolness mixes with the heat I’m generating causing my body to shake, to shiver in anticipation. I can feel the wetness begin, I know what is next, what I want the most. I know what I have been missing since my lover left. I slowly, every so slowly, pull my nightgown up my legs, feeling the silkiness of my gown caress my legs like my lover’s hand, the movement of the gown mixes with the. The stench of perfume and hairspray is overwhelming and I can smell alcohol – gin, if I’m not mistaken. Naughty girls!I concentrate. Time to prepare. Opening my robe, I grasp my cock and give it a vigorous, encouraging tug. I’m wearing nothing but an apron beneath the robe having abandoned my thong. Naked is better. I don’t think oiled muscles alone will be enough for this crowd, they’ve seen that before. A few cheeky flashes of cock are needed. One ‘accidental’ flip of the apron and they’ll be. One of her co-workers seemed to live vicariously through Mary. Linda would ask Mary daily at lunch about her sex life with me. One day Linda was questioning the truth of Mary's story. Mary suggested to Linda that she should just fuck me and find out just how good I was. Mary made the offer just to shut Linda up, but to her surprise Linda took her up on it. They talked some more over the next few days. Mary wanted to be there, but Linda said no to that. She didn't want Mary getting jealous, or.