“Go ahead, stare all you want, you arrogant prick! I’ll keep my skirt hiked up for as long as you need to get off. Take out your dick and jerk off... How dare you call me arrogant and claim I’m angry at myself! We were to meet for a drink or two, and you had to ruin it by embarrassing me. Go ahead look at my speckles and splotches and gaze at my sexy legs. I’ll stand here all night if that’s what you need to get off!” I kept my eyes locked on hers and remained silent. “Look, damn you! It’s what. " she told me. "Come over here will you?"I approached her and she tok my balls in her hands exploring them and rolling them in her palm."Yes, quite big. Good. We'll soon develop them. Now, wank here. I want you to come here."She pointed at her desk. It was lunchtime and I had not noticed until then that she had opened her lunchbox and was indicating a small pot of salad that was a part of it."Here. Spurt here. Aim carefully, pay attention, don't spill or waste any. This is not for your pleasure. He lifted me up and carried me to the small couch. Gently sitting me down, he pulled my legs up and it was his turn to kneel. I was almost upside down and he dove his face into my panty covered crotch. I swallowed when his warm breath permeated through the silk and tingled my labia. His tongue pressed hard against all the right areas through my thong, including my clit. I was so wet! He munched his way through the silk for several minutes before yanking my panties off, leaving me naked with him. I had a good look at Gustav while I was washing and finishing dressing; apart from the tenderness I had described to Sheila, he seemed fine. The scabs seemed undamaged, and I had no problem restraining my curiosity. Poking them would undoubtedly hurt, and also increase the risk of infection. They were best left alone.Julie knocked on the bathroom door - well, she tried to turn the handle and come in straight in as usual first - and expressed surprise that I had locked the door. I mumbled.