She coughed and I looked back to her. She looked me straight in the eye, but did not say anything other than to ask me if I would like some sugar. “...Yes I would love some”, I thought inwardly, “Yes please, two thanks”, I said. We retired to the lounge and sat opposite each other, me in an arm chair, and her on a two-seater couch. She kicked of her shoes, put her feet up next to her on the couch and wiggled her toes. As she did, her thigh length black skirt rose up slightly and I realized how. I quickly encountered eight full lanes of traffic going each direction. My map guided me towards the outside where the slower traffic moved, though even on foot I was faster than many travelers. The inside lanes in both directions often rumbled and shook from huge wheeled and tracked vehicles, some seemingly the size of buildings that even the outer lanes had to get out of the way of. Between me and the inner lanes sometimes marched entire armies. Everything from ultra-modern Buck Rogers types. One thing I had brought with me from our old life was my dad's collection of Playboy and Penthouse magazines that I had pinched when my parents broke up. I had been masturbating daily with the magazines for a couple of years and thought about girls constantly. I liked the Playboy magazines because the Bunnies usually had big tits and blond hair. The Penthouse Pets showed more pussy and the Penthouse Forum was more explicit than the Playboy Advisor. One day I had read Penthouse forum and was. .. then he made mekneel with my butt to the camera, show him my ass, finger it for a while,and the fuck myself with the dildo, which he approved, at least. He neverlet me uncover or touch my dick, which remained trapped in my panties,but as I pushed the toy in and out of my ass while he talked to me,making me feel so submissive, commanding me to tell him how much I neededhis cock, I got to the edge of cumming. He then told me to get a glassand allowed me to jerk off, stressing the camera should.