My lower belly throbbed in response as my fingers eagerly sought for a breach in his, longing to feel more of him, then located and fumbled over a pli...nt, exposed slope just north of his thumb.He grunted softly and began to pump his possessive fist."You knew I would do this, didn't you?" His voice roughened. "Is this what you wanted? Does it shock you, or arouse you?" Show me what this would make you want to do, Fiona."I was on fire and ready to do exactly as he said. My fingers leaped from his. I was surprised that Matt could not tell.After watching them leave, I went home and spent the night jerking off thinking about her milking Matt’s cock, while I had to use my own fist. I must have come on several of the women in my jack-off magazines that night, but I could not get rid of the feelings of being frustrated. I jerked off for the next few months thinking about the girl's pussy and how close I was to getting my rocks off for the first time with a real broad, not in my jack-off. Susan couldn't say what she really thought or she might never be invited to such an evening's entertainment again. She would never say that it had been yet another excruciating hour and a half of having to stifle a yawn and trying not to fidget."Excellent as always, Sir Kenneth," Susan said deferentially. "You have such excellent taste in music."Susan knew exactly which buttons to press. The knight smiled graciously and placed a discreet but firm hand on her wrist that was as bare as the rest. Previously she had been reticent, not allowing her full feelings to flow into her kiss. He had expected reservation – a shy holding back, even a deliberate withdrawal – but instead she opened her mouth and entwined her tongue with his, greedily sucking it into her mouth. Their embrace became more passionate than ever as she threw one leg across Peter, pulling him closer to her body as if unwilling to release him. He felt the meaning in her embrace, her arms, thrown around his neck, and her.