I start cleaning the house. That afternoon, I have dinner done and am relaxing when Michael calls. This is when everything goes amiss, when I "open mo...th and insert foot". He asks if I am up for company. I reply that, yes, I have all chores done and welcome his company, not that I really have much of a choice in the matter. If he wants to come over, he will do so, whether I wish it or not, I usually welcome his company, but today I am feeling slightly selfish (okay, I am feeling very selfish).I. I smiled at you and you put your hand on my leg. I was wearing a short skirt and your hand felt warm on my leg. It was a delicious feeling. I put my hand over yours and we smiled at each other. We pulled into the parking lot of a nice restaurant, you got out and opened my door for me. Getting out caused my skirt to ride up on my hips a little more and I watched the light get bright in your eyes as you watched my legs. You put your arm around me and smiled and we walked into the restaurant. We. “I said, touch it.”He closed his eyes and leaned forward very slowly until his little pink nipple just touched the tip of the wand. Immediately he jumped back, squealing. That made his heavy balls swing, calling his attention back to them as well which elicited more squealing and gasping.I chuckled softly and moved the wand to the other nipple, “Again.”“P-please…”“Oren. Do it.”This time it took him longer, but the end result was the same. Feeling rather sadistic I lowered the wand until it was. I didn't know that my reaction to such a find was going to be what it was. I wasn't surprised, I wasn't shocked, dismayed, or anything like that. I was excited! I stood there, looking at his big balls hanging between his legs, and all I could think of was what his balls would feel like in the palm of my hand, in my mouth, or pressing against me as he fucked me. I slowly moved my hand inside my shorts, and the movement must have attracted his attention. He lowered the magazine and looked at me..