"Stand up c***d," the woman says sternly. You do so and she quickly removes your dress and then leads you to the corner of the room. "You will stand i... this corner with your reddened bottom on display until your daddy comes home and warms it up again." She presses you to the corner and then leaves you. As she walks away she tells you that if you touch yourself she will thrash you soundly with a strap. You so want to touch your pussy and bring yourself to orgasm. You are wanting and the craving. I never intended to be noticed, never mind be transparent. I spent the next two weeks having decided that I was never going to go back to that coffee shop and that I should probably give up the stuff altogether. If only my masseuse would’ve had another available time slot. In a perfect world my appointment could be moved and I would never have to be confronted with him again, but no, I was stuck with my every other Friday. There was to be no more slutty behavior from me, though. No more ogling. Fir mein mom ki clit per hath rekhkar kaha sandhya ye kya hei to woh boli ise aurat ka lund kehte hein ye aurat ki masti main switch hei agar tujhe kisi aurat ko chodna hei aur woh tayya na ho to bus is switch per hath fer de tujhse chudwaye bagair nahi manegi. Maine kaha ki theek hei lekin aaj mein tumhara main switch aisa dabunga ki sare fuse udd jayenge. Mom masti mein hasne aur chillane lagi. Meine mom ki dono tangon ko door karte huye fir mein mom ki clit per hath rekhkar kaha sandhya ye. They were probably B cups with large, red nipples. She continued to play with her nipples, now exposed. The subway came to stop, and the doors opened, but the brunette didn't cover herself up, she continued to stroke her breasts. No one got on the train, the doors closed and the train continued on its way.I was rock hard by now, so I undid my belt and the top button of my jeans, and slid my hand down my pants to get a better grip on my cock. The brunette looked at me, and slowly uncrossed her.