”I smiled a little. “Do you think about me while jacking off?” I asked bluntly.Bryan choked on his wine, and I started laughing.“Look, I'm not...mad that you pinched one off in my shoe. I'm not mad about the fact that you were thinking of me while you were doing it. In a fucked up kind of way, it's flattering. But I am a bit upset that you didn't clean it up.”Bryan nodded, not looking me directly in the eye. I took my finger and lifted his face up by his chin so he could look at me directly.. Not but a few minutes later, Charlotte entered through the front door.She greeted me, and I greeted her back. We didn't talk too much past pleasantries and small chat, as I mentioned earlier, I always found myself tripping on my words when we did, so I tried to keep myself cool and collected by not saying too much.Charlotte tossed her purse onto the kitchen counter, then poured herself a glass of water before walking to her dining room table and began shuffling through mail. Though the rooms. My body craved it so much that I began to scream softly at first. I knew I was throwing my head back and forth. He pulled his tongue away and I felt the vibrator turned off. "No, no, no, please," I heard myself cry. I yelped as I felt my nipples burn and realized I was trying to lower my legs. Tears of frustration were escaping down my head to my temples. "Please, I beg you. Let me come. Don't stop," I sobbed. His response was to pull the vibrator out. Before I could say anything, I felt the. She asked me if I was tired, since it was 12:30 already, and I said no, not a bit. She asked if I wanted to try some more stuff and I said yes. She smiled and grabbed her purse and set up two more small lines. We did it and then jumped in bed. I got between her thighs and started licking her. She said you know that his cum there, and I said I know and went back to sucking her pussy. She came like two minutes later and told me to get up here and fuck her now. As I entered her, we could hear the.