A large lake or wide, slow moving river ended the path she followed. Christine groaned in disappointment."I am so close! If I can just find my way to ...he other side, the source of the music must be there! I just know it! Dammit!"She stomped her booted foot in an unusual fit of frustration."Ow!"She cried as pain shot through her foot. She hobbled back a step and held her candle to shine over the offending area."I do not believe what I am seeing!" She muttered.She bent down and picked up a piece. Thinking of the yucky solution bulging in your bouncing balls, ready to spurt out of there, has made my tummy churn every time. It's very hard to think of erotic things when you're about to throw up." "I... haven't realized", he said. "I'm sorry." "It's okay, honey, I know" she said. "But from now on it will all be different. You will jerk off and edge yourself for me, for hours if necessary, and I will masturbate in front of you at the same time, having a glorious orgasm after another,. It was lunchtime when she reached the design studio. She was too early but glad to have found the place. The September sun was still strong enough to make it hot as she stopped to look up at the building. The sun reflected off the glass windows, causing her to squint. She glimpsed a man looking at her from a first-floor window. He was speaking to someone on his phone and laughing. For some strange reason, she got the impression he was laughing at her. She suddenly felt very self-conscious and. Soon the attention focused on his most sensitive areas, as they plucked at pinched at his nipples, fingered the taint and anus area, groped his privates, pulling and squeezing his balls and, perhaps the worst part, eagerly kneaded, squeezed, and pinched his penis.He gasped as the cruel-faced woman (not that all of their faces didn't appear cruel when they hungrily ate him up with their eyes, as though he was a cut of prime meat) once again peeled back the foreskin. She went for the exposed,.