Initially I used it to get my pleasure watching a girl at work I was obsessed with – a bosomy blonde goddess who never acknowledged my existence, ev...n walking past Her in the corridor (and falling over my feet ogling Her lovely big tits). If only She knew how often She made me cum in my pants, watching Her from a window, hidden in the woods, even standing outside Her office. Funny thing was, while I was rubbing through the holes in my pockets waiting for Her to come along, the minute I saw Her. Especially the following story.Frankie had been out with the girls again and they had started the night at Gemma’s on champagne then gone into town and she knew she had drunk far more then she should have.She had gone to the toilet in the last pub and started to feel the bile rise in her throat and felt it was time she called it a night.Now she was a pratt for when she had had enough, just wandering off on her own, which is what her head told her to do, she needed to be at home tucked up in. You take a moment to recover from the dizzying ride up, your head spinning from the heat of the kiss and warmth in your pants. My room is at the far end of the hall, and I gently guide you out of the elevator with my hand still firmly attached to your ass, squeezing it with my strong hands. By the time we get to the door I already have my key out and unlock it. In one grand motion I open the door and motion you inside. The room is very big, with a huge central room and balcony, overlooking the. .” things like that. I edit out my sounds before publication (I’m too embarrassed), but here I’m whimpering on the verge, then going “oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” as She makes me fill my pants. You can see me shuddering as She makes me cum in my pants, though you can’t hear my moans, and the picture’s not good enough to see my wet patch spreading. It’s a great shame cause that’s such a lovely scenario, Her showing only Her stocking-tops and saying nice things, taunting me, and me just gawping at.