She looked dismissively at John's now waning erection. "Would you like a hand with that?" Jayne stroked the underside of his willy slowly with her for...finger, and as she did so John began to harden rapidly. "Oh yes, yes please," as his hand alighted on her stockinged legs. "Does your little wanker deserve some attention?" She was using two fingers now and John was straining. "No. Not really." John knew much better than to answer yes! "No he does not! Pathetic little wankers like that should be. I went to the mall, knowing I wanted "something" and while I wasn't sure what, I certainly wasn't expecting Frederick and Beverly.I wandered into the Foot Locker and was trying on a pair of black Keds, when I noticed an older couple, also trying on sneakers. They weren't a bad looking couple but they were a LOT older than my parents and while I'd been with some older guys, he was way older. I'm not sure why but I decided to play. With my back to them, I bent over to tie my laces. I knew this. " Emma stood up and Anton moved so fast she didn't see him. He grabbed a hold of her bushy ponytail and pushed her back onto the couch roughly. "On your hands and knees, like a good little fox." Sorry." Emma whsipered, crawling the short distance across the disarrayed cushions. The sounds of the gagged fox being ruthlessly used had shifted to sound more like just plain old porn, and Emma's pussy was oozing arousal into the fabric of her shorts. "Don't be sorry, just do better. Now, turn around,. It was not fun being a puppet on a string though. I asked myself why anyone would put themselves through such a constant tease by voluntarily submitting to someone else’s whims. Jenny enjoyed it. I knew she wasn’t just pretending to get on my good side either. When I wasn’t bossing her around, she constantly asked me what she could do for me to the point of annoying me.Now, I had to wear this infernal clothespin on my most private part. A part that I made boys struggle just to get a whiff of.