Jill then let me know she wanted to get up to go to the bathroom. I thought it a bit awkward to worry about that, but was I suprised when she got back... she had completely stripped herself except for the red garter belt, sheer stockings, and high heels. She told me to strip and then lie on the plushly carpeted floor facing the couch. She then sat on the couch and, to my great delight, put her high heel between my legs and began "masturbating" me with it. The straps on the heels exposed most of. I reminded myself not to touch my overly sensitive g-spot until I was ready to cum, so I decided to focus on my ass. Penetrating my ass with the other marker proved to be a much harder task for me. With the dripping wet marker from my pussy, I poked and prodded my tight pink star until it was tender. I consciously worked to relax--counting, breathing--but nothing seemed to work. I was growing with frustration so from my nightstand, I grabbed a small container of Vaseline I use to take my makeup. ? Pitch black in the room, she couldn?t see athing, but began to explore blindly.? Thefirst thing she was aware of was that she was stark naked, lying on a thinmattress that had been shoved into one corner of the room.? Her petit little 13 year old body shivered inthe cold air, making her perky little breasts stand out and harden.? From somewhere across the room, she heardwhat sounded like several dogs panting, scratching, and whining a bit.? Trying to stand, she bumped her head on somekind of. You, you were screaming and-”“Fake, bell-boy. Just like the plastic-titted peroxide blondes you rub yourself raw to. No. It’s clear that if I’m going to get orgasms from you I’m going to have to take them.” I drop the clothes pin and grab his nipple with thumb and forefinger, pinching hard, pulling it up and twisting it brutally before letting it spring back to his chest. The yowl this produces vibrates down my spine, something about the pitch, the strangled attempt to try and avoid sounding.