She turned, taking my hand again, and drew me to the bed. Her hands performed unknown magic behind her, and soon her dress fluttered to the floor. She...settled herself upon the bed, kneeling, and again, unseen magic behind her back resulted in her brassiere being tossed onto the dress. She rolled onto her back, wriggled, and her panties joined the laundry pile next to the bed. She rose to her knees, and, crossing her hands behind her back, gazed at me levelly.“Sir, you have had my mouth, and you. I had to get a firm grip to stroke it now. I could feel he was tightening his butt muscles and squirming in his seat.Then I felt his hand on my shoulder opposite of him. I shifted in my seat. He was trying to put his arm around me here! I shook my head at him. He was tugging at me, trying to pull me towards him. I knew what he wanted, but I couldn’t do that here. Not with the class here.I let go of his cock, and he took over stroking it. He tried to take my hand again, but I didn’t let him. I. To have her join in my thoughts and in the process. I write to her, and I feel myself getting hard again, as I write these words to her: “We’ve never met. At least not in person. You are just a screen name to me and an avatar, and I suppose that is all I am to you. But I’ve just had a most extraordinary experience that I wanted to share with you and you have a choice as to how I share it. We’ve exchanged words before. I could simply describe the experience to you. Or I could send you a video,. " Well," Jerrold allowed, "I'm intrigued. Shall we go?" Sure." Madison finished her drink. "It'll be fun." Yeah." Christie raised her glass as if delivering a toast. "All forfun."They gave the guys their address, which Jerrold put into his phone's GPSsystem. Soon their two cars were leaving the city."Whoa," said Madison. "They really went for the bait." I figured they would. A couple of smug snobs like them would neversuspect anything."Madison held up one hand with pinky extended. In.