This parted her thighs and exposed the black lace covering her pussy. Picking up the dark cock, she rubbed the wet head up and down her soft inner leg... above her stocking tops. A man had never done such a thing to her with a real cock. She was unsure where the idea came from, but it felt good, and nasty. Jessica kept bringing the rigid shaft closer to the crotch of her drenched pants. She reached around behind her right leg and started to rub the firm head up and down her panty covered slit.. I was gone. I never had a chance.Then I opened the note. There was only one line. It said: "I want to do it with you... on the phone."I shoved my arms between my legs, humping against myself as I curled up in a fetal ball. No question. I was just gonna die!A little while later -- seemed like days -- the phone rang again. Almost in a stupor I answered, "Jean?"She laughed and then in that breathy voice characteristic of her excitement, she said, "You found them. What do you think?" That I've died. “I thought I knew how,” said the younger girl. “You just rub it up and down.” The screen continued to play the next sequence of Hyapatia, a fancy mansion in which she was getting reamed standing up with her leg over the couch. John ordered the two naked girls to play with themselves as he instructed how to properly masturbate him. “If I’m by myself, I’ll use some Vaseline for lubrication, but a lot of saliva is just as good, too. But if it’s with a girl – one of you, maybe – saliva is. He was a vortex of psychotic self-absorption. His leering sycophants were no better, and it had always been up to her to look out for her own need to release. She took care of herself. She always had. Later, when she went back to the trailer to change and found the money on her bunk, she had to sit down and let it all settle. She kept wanting to ask about it the whole ride into the city, but there didn’t seem much point in it. It’s hard not to ask the questions you already have the answers.