– – – – – Weeks passed with no further back-pushing, street-stumbling incidents and I started feeling slightly safer. I didn’t stop lookin...g over my shoulder and I kept searching for some sign that my husband wanted to be rid of me, but I really couldn’t tell between the quickly snapped instructions and the standard criticism that was always bordering on ridicule. But perhaps the fact that I was getting older was enough of a reason? If it had been difficult to mask the thoughts running through. "Don't turn it up very loud," I said. "We don't want my parents to ban us immediately."Once he was finished, Ursus turned the volume control all the way down on the guitar and said, "Let's hear how it sounds plugged in." Mike gave Ursus the cord. After it was connected, he turned the guitar up to a respectable, but not obnoxious, volume and checked the tuning. He made a couple of fine adjustments, and I played the three chords I had started with on Saturday and then the C major chord that I had. He was short, stocky, but very macho.- While the stude above was doing his thing, he was conversing with his classmate in another stall. When the coast was clear, I transferred to the stall next to his and saw him underneath. He was not jacking off but he got the biggest dick among those I've seen. (I think I saw around 25 dicks based on the reflection. A FEAST)- one time it was obvious the my next stall neighbor saw me jacking off that he called out to his friend to share what he discovered.. Soon, I am cumming all over his face. I pull his face in closer, I know I should be worried about him being able to breathe but nothing matters in that moment. I am wrapping the excess belt around my fist, pulling it even tighter. I finally cry out loud and shake all over. I suddenly relax my grip on his head and the belt at the same time. For a second I forget who is in charge. It takes a few moments to collect myself. He is on his knees watching me.“Very nice.” I purr. I think I will.