She proceeded to use twisting strokes with alternating hands. I started to compliment her but she shushed me the moment I spoke. I reached to get a ...andkerchief. She grabbed it from me the moment I shook it out. I rested back to watch, telling myself, this is her show, not mine. She stroked with the correct pressure and added saliva when needed.I thought, this is turning into the best hand job. With that thought I felt the tightening that told me I was about to cum. I started to tell her. I said I would finish working, then hit the gym and maybe a jog. I guess I should update what we look like now that we're older. We're both in our mid to late twenties and we both like to stay in shape. I'm five-foot-ten-inches and one-hundred-and-sixty-five pounds. I call it slim and fit. I look pretty average in work clothes, but with my shirt off, I get some looks and compliments. I'm cut with good pecks and shoulders, but not big and muscly. Becky is five-foot-six and weighs around. I’ve a bed but never sleep. I have a head, but never weep.”Alice frowned, thinking she had heard this one before. Perhaps from Father or one of his friends. She mulled it over for several moments until the answer came to her.“A river,” she said, beaming, sure she was right.“Wrong!” the queen announced with a cruel smile.“But I am sure that’s correct,” Alice responded, a puzzled look upon her face. “Then what is the answer, Your Majesty?”“Silence!”She was ignored after that, at least for long. I begged him, “Stick it in for fuck sake; stop teasing!” As I said that, he didn’t just stick it in, but the bastard stuck it in, all the way in, in one swift movement! I shouted, “Oh fuck, you big shit, treat me like a woman, not a piece of meat, you bastard.” He withdrew, just to the cock-head and then back in. He felt bigger and longer in that position. He seemed to go much deeper, holy fuck he was oh-so deep. He grabbed the flesh on my hips and started to fuck me, I pushed back at him.