I was scared that if I played with myself too much I would cum right there in the steam room sitting next to her. I gripped my cock and gave one slow ...troke across the seven inches of throbbing meat. Precum oozed from the tip threatening to release a torrent of seminal fluid across the floor in front of me.“Okay time to get out,” she intoned without opening her eyes. I awoke from the lust drunk slumber my mind was swimming in. I quickly grabbed my towel and wrapped myself, afraid that she would. Then suddenly there was the sound of someone knocking on a door."Come in, Mrs Bartholomew," a disembodied male voice, said. Then a few seconds later, "sit down please?"Emily appeared on the screen and sat in the chair. She looked confident but just slightly nervous. Her head turning from side to side, obviously looking at several different people who were also in the room, but out of the camera's field of vision."Emily - you don't mind if I call you Emily, do you?" No, of course not, Mr. She just needed another 5 seconds, and she knew shed go off. Exactly right prediction. She closed her eyes, and made her orgasm face, and he almost went off himself seeing it. Her eyebrows raised with an inquisitive look, and she barely opened her mouth. She moaned one long moan, and it ended. Emily opened her eyes and sighed. She took the toy away again, and held it to his mouth this time, offering him a taste. He licked it, and savored her taste. She took it away for the last time, and. So this happened on our anniversary last year, she wanted to get drunk so we planned a meeting at my friend’s place and I reached his place before her with all the booze. She came a little late, I was all ready with whiskey and snacks. We had a little chat and then started watching a movie with glasses in hand. We were all good after the first drink. After the second drink kicked in she started to feel a little hazy I was till alright. The third peg made things turn, she started to talk.