She had already gotten what she wanted from me – more orgasms in one night than she'd had since refusing to see me. She opened her mouth to speak an... was betrayed by her own words. " I... I don't know. Maybe, but... if it hurts you have to promise to stop, okay?"I nodded. Meredith watched me pull a tube of lubricant out of my trouser pocket. I had come prepared for this she thought. I knew she would say yes. Now she feels fear. She could still stop it, she found herself too numb to do so. I. .)On the occasion of one very loud and happy party on a Saturday night, it was carnival time, and no, it was already almost morning, I’d had enough and wanted to go home. I’d taken my bicycle along and had locked it in my shop – and I’d lost my keys! I went back to the party to ask my co-worker for his key, but he wasn’t there anymore. What now?Outside I met Andrea. I told her about my problem, and all she said was: ‘Come with me!’ She drove to where my co-worker lived (and luckily, she didn't. Almost painfully his manhood started to swell straining to extend down his leg but obstructed by the close fit of his leathers. As she continued to rub his growing member so she manipulated it to ease its growth. It didn't take long for it to reach its 20cm extended length. He could feel the dampness growing on his leg as she gently rubbed the full length of his now solid prick. Easing his fluid down his length to provide smooth lubrication to his bulbous swollen head. His balls aching, trapped. But what the hell. It had been an unsettling evening. A girl’s allowed to let her mind wander. Besides, chances were, I’d never have to see Mr Scott Banks ever again.*I saw him the next day. The Flower Emporium on West 64th closed at half six and I only got out of work at six so I had to make a mad dash across the city to make it before closing time. Even at that time, it was busy. It was called an emporium but it was a tiny shop really; wedged between a bakery and a toy store. I figured the.