Fifteen more seconds passed and he said her name out loud. The only problem was that he could barely hear himself over the bad music, grunting and scr...ams of the movie that was on and impossible to turn off. He withdrew his cock and peered through the hole again. This time what he saw utterly blew his mind. His girlfriend was sucking a cock! Only she was sucking a cock from the booth on her left as opposed to the booth on her right that her boyfriend was in. Michael tried to get her attention. Boys drooled and full-grown men stopped and stared. And she wore the shortest skirts ever seen anywhere.The fun started when she began having weekend sleepovers the summer after her 12th birthday, and the house was filled with squealing girls in frilly pj’s or tiny nighties. I was in an almost constant state of sexual arousal as they ran around jiggling and displaying their multitude of under-aged charms.One Sunday afternoon after the three guests had finally departed with more squeals, and my. I was having to writhe about on the seat a bit now. I was so wet, and the feeling was getting better and better.I was past caring now. My tits were on show in a crowded bar, I was flashing my soaking wet pussy to all and sundry about every two minutes, and my Master was sitting really close to me so that I could feel the warmth of his body against me, and his hand on my leg.We didn't have another drink. He helped me up from the chair and led me to the lift. He had booked a room on the third. Mr. Jacobs was at his desk rummaging through papers when I walked in. I could tell that he was nervous, his hands were shaking and his attention seemed short. When the door shut behind me, he eyes rose and looked me over from head to stiletto, ‘Thank you for coming Courtney,’ his voice shook as he greeted me. I smiled at the idea of his nervousness and slowly strolled his direction. When I reached him, he pushed himself back in his chair. I sat on the edge of his desk and crossed my legs. He.