Even after the show ended, though, all I could think about was Mrs. T and that sweet pussy. I laid in bed at night with a bottle of lotion and a towel... pounding my pud until it was sore. Maybe I could get a job as her pool boy or something.*I came to anticipate the presence of my spectator with such excitement that I wondered if I had become a full-fledged exhibitionist. I had never done such a thing before, or even felt any interest in having my intimacy watched by anyone. Not even my husband. ? ??????????? She withdrawsa key from the pocket of her skirt, unlocks the door and slowly steps inside, herheart pounding, her pulse thundering in her ears as she snaps on the light andtakes in the familiar sights of the soundproofed playroom.? Scattered around the large room are various surfacesof various heights, ranging from stools to ottomans to tables.? Along one wall are mirrors, and opposite themirrors hangs a sturdy pair of ropes mounted through O-rings set into the wallitself, one. I desperately wanted to lift her skirt and feel them but resisted the temptation. Knowing her, if I cross the boundaries without her consent, then I lose the entire meal for the sake of starters. “I must say you do have a nice pair of buns, which one can fondle all day long”; was my sincere judgment. Ok go on; Egged Ishtu. By now she was gripping my thigh tantalizingly close to my crotch. A few more inches and she would have touched my decently hardened cock. The girl then dived into the. I mean it.” “Come on, Lor. You used to love that.” “That’s over, okay? I don’t want you touching my legs or my feet again, Jerry. I mean it. So help me. If you do it again I’m out of here, you understand? “You’re really acting strange, Loren. I don’t know what I did to put you in this mood, but it’s unfair and undeserved.” “We’re finished, Jerry. So why don’t you do me a favor, why don’t you take Lily’s shoes into the bathroom and jerk off while I get dressed.” “I guess I get no explanation.”.