I’m sorry.”“Me, too,” I replied.As we began to eat, I considered the fact that my sister’s marriage was on the line, and if there was anythi...ng, short of making a play for the waitress, that I could do about it. Even making a play wasn’t necessarily sufficient because of the need for an STI test, and despite my repeated luck in that area, it wasn’t a sure thing. I loved my sister, and was willing to do just about anything to help her, but even for me, the proposed solution seemed to be over the. ..which only escalated things. It took just over two hours to get enough for my first masturbation show. I was doing the samething. Legs spread laying on the bed rubbing, moaning, fingering my ass when I noticed guys leaving my private show. One by one they left until one guy remained. He had watched my very first show, his name was Mike. I stopped the show but stayed in private with him. Now I had been warned not to get too wrapped up in conversation unless they kept paying. I told Mike I. Jackson could feel the cum begin to well up inside of his shaved balls as she forced her mouth over him. He took his hand and placed it in her hair, helping to show her the rhythm that felt best. She followed his lead, and he soon felt the familiar pressure building in his prick, preparing to send a gusher of cum into her mouth. She sensed it too, and quickened her pace up and down to hasten his orgasm. He also noticed that her hand had slid back down to her own pussy, and she was fingering. ”‘What the hell? She was watching me?’ Jason thought to himself.The woman looked past him at the computer, “You have pretty good tastes too.” Jason realized he hadn’t shut off the video and it was still playing. He stood up and blocked her view of the screen. “I said who the fuck are you? Tell me or I’m going to call the police.” Jason commanded in a stern tone. She laughed again, “Who I am isn’t important right now. What is important…” She rushed towards Jason in a few quick steps. Caught off.