And that means you have never felt what it can do for you—” Duncan smiled as he watched Blanche squirm, her cheeks aflush. He did not want to push... too hard, but the encouragement would continue until he proved his theory right or wrong. Either way, the evening was already more entertaining than being alone.Blanche did not believe that Duncan knew exactly what she was thinking. She pursed her lips tightly and closed her eyes as she forced herself to deny any desire that may have crept up. “Sir,. I feel my pussy contract with need. The need to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my hand down past my navel and slide my fingers over my lips. Oh, my lips are warm. I push and pull as I slip one finger in. I slide my finger up and down spreading my juices all over my lips. I rub circles over my clit and feel it getting harder and harder. I roll my eyes back and throw my head back. "Ooohhh!" With my pussy dripping wet, I slide two fingers inside. "Mmmmm!" I hook my. If it had been pointing straight up the head would have been visible outside of his pants. The thought made me groan.He pulled his hard cock out of his pants, the tip glistening with precum, it was large but not massive, thankfully. Too much length was uncomfortable for me but it had girth.Holding my hair with one hand he guided his cock to my mouth. “Suck it whore,” he commanded.I grinned up at him, “I’ll bite it off first, bastard!” He released his cock long enough to slap me softly across. “Ahem...”My head spins like it’s on a swivel while the sound echoes. I can’t tell which direction it’s coming from, just that it’s surrounding me and somewhere in the space with me ... I think. My fingers fidget closer to my mouth as I frantically look around. Scared to move and wanting to huddle myself into a corner and hide, if only I knew where the boundaries of the room lay. I want to speak, and ask who made the sound ... but if they can’t see me, I would be giving away my location. I don’t.