She pulled back a bit and whispered, "Take off your shirt."I did as I was told, pulling it over my head. Her right hand made its way up from my bulgin... jeans to run her fingertips over my abs."I forgot about these," she gasped, staring at their outline in the dim light. She seemed to snap out of a trance after a moment. Looking back up at my face, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra and slowly slid the straps off of her shoulders, letting those perky C-cups loose. I watched as her. After about ten minutes of me focusing on giving her pleasure, Stella opened her legs and told me to lie on my back. Kneeling to my side, she ran her pierced tongue over my nipples as her hand slipped into my boxers and wrapped around my hard shaft. After flicking her wrist a few times, Stella pulled my boxers down and slowly worked her way up my rod, running her tongue stud over every inch of it before swirling her tongue around my head. Looking into my eyes, she proceeded to take all seven. She moves a hand down past her waist and stomach and reaches between her legs. She starts to stroke her cunt with one hand while the other is still on her breasts. She rubs her cunt slowly at first and then faster and faster. She can tell she isn’t far from cuming and knowing he is watching her every move and wanting her is turning her on very much. She starts to rub her clit and her body gets closer to climax. She leans her head back and rubs faster and soon starts to cum again. She looks at. He was more easily embarrassed than ever, and now was so easily aroused at the slightest suggestion. Dr. Andre had told Irene in a phone conversation that this was to be expected, and encouraged the mature woman to continue to keep the boy erect and embarrassed as much as possible between milkings.Whether merely by the psychology of suggestion at his most impressionable moments, or that in combination with the d**gs, Irene was not sure. But just a hint of talk about his genitals could now make.