As she did so, she ground her ass back against her hand, trying to get more finger inside it."Now, spread some on my cock." He moved nearer so she cou...d reach his throbbing prick.The girl's eyes glowed as she stared at his fucktool in fascination. Lovingly, her hands reached out to feel his cock. She marveled at its silky smooth texture. His prick felt so warm, so alive. Vicki could feel his prickshaft pulsing in her hands. She wrapped her hand around the thick root in admiration, then began. Fred begged me over the PA to come up and join them. I quicklyeyed the exit before reminding myself that I came to stay this time. Iwalked up onto the makeshift stage and picked up the Martin. Before anyone could say anything I began playing the intro chords of"Drive." Darla soon joined in with the pulsating beat. Fred smiled at meand provided perfect harmonies. "Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there,with open arms and open eyes." I tried not to, but I couldn't helpmyself. I smiled back at. Just around the corner, in Old Compton Street, she found a coffee bar and sat herself down at a table by the window. Outside rain ran down the windows.She took out her notebook and a pair of reading glasses from her handbag. Page after page of notes contained ideas on how the Path of the Look and the Path of the Cane could be applied. There were notes about New Order sponsored research into the effectiveness of humiliation in the management of males, lists of restraints that might be used in. ‘Sore spot there?’ She questions as she massages the spot a bit harder. ‘It’s from wearing those high heels. They look great on you, but they play havoc on your muscles.’ After a few moments, she slowly, agonizingly works her way back up the inner part of my thigh, once again touching the crotch of my panties, which have begun to dampen, I hold my breath waiting. Can she see a damp spot? Feel it? I swallow hard, waiting. The intercom crackles, breaking the tension in the room. ‘Lori?’.