If you want to touch yourself, that's fine, I hope I make you feel that way. If I ever tell you to stop, though, you stop immediately. Got it?" "Yes, ...ana, I understand..."Thanks!" I hugged her close, and enjoyed the feel of her breasts against mine. "Oh, that was okay, wasn't it? You're not going to get in trouble, are you?" She laughed and said, "No, not even. We have quite a bit of freedom here in the private rooms, but sometimes the boss watches through a peephole so we have to be. I took notice that she seemed to be staring at my protruding bulge as she spoke."Yeah, well, it's a long story…" her voice faded away. I looked at my watch. It was still just a few minutes before seven."Go ahead, we've got time," I urged casually, even as she continued to focus on my tented pants. I laughed to myself as I now realized how crass it was for men to objectify women by staring at their big breasts without bothering to make eye contact. But I didn't dare say anything: it wasn't. Though anyone close enough would probably smell the heady aroma that the forest nymph exuded, and they might very well flutter their eyes in delight as Tyrell did. Her secrecy was sufficient, she felt. And her project was worth the risk, nonetheless.As her magically tight pussy gingerly enveloped Tyrell's cock, she reveled in the knowledge that life would be created. Her forest nymph sensibilities saw nothing wrong with freely mating with the young studs that surrounded her on a daily basis.. When we left, I had a little more than eight grand in my hands, and we were both felons.I wasn’t too worried about it. The bank had insurance, and I didn’t like insurance companies. I had a claim one time about something that happened while I was deployed, and the insurance company refused to cover it, saying I hadn’t notified them I’d be gone, and that the risk would therefore rise. Why the risk rose when I was gone, they didn’t explain.We went to a used car lot of the independent kind,.