Either way, it certainly was entertaining to me. Trix watched in fascination, maybe comparing Cherry’s method with how she would get herself off. Sh...e was about a minute and a half into her public display and had seemed to forget she was masturbating for an audience. I noticed her eyes were closed.“Look at me while you fuck yourself, slut!” I demanded.Cherry’s eyes popped open and her hand between her legs hesitated for the barest of moments before she resumed rubbing herself and looking into my. I so badly want to tell him to get the ropes from the drawer and tie me and take me that very moment. I don't know why I don't but I just can't get my mouth to say it. Nick starts to move down me, kissing my neck then between my breasts. He moves over to my left nipple and sucks slowly on it. He gives equal time to the right one. "Do you think Nancy Drew ever did this?" he whispers. I giggle. "Oh I bet she did at least once or twice in her time." "I wonder what ol' Nancy is up to these days?". I had known it was only a matter of time. He turned the book over so I could see the photo the publisher put on the back cover. That was how he had recognized me.I returned to the lobby, letting the door close. I scrawled my autograph and he introduced himself. "I love your books," he said. "I have them all." I looked at him. He was definitely younger than I was, but not a lot. His hair was casual, longish, sandy blond, with sunshine highlights. He was slender and well muscled. I pulled my mind. That was the first time I heard it being called that."There, I did as I was told, now please leave", mom said. "Not yet, just a few more things for you to do". Mom was sure afraid they wanted her to do something to them in front of me. Mom said, "Now what"? "Why don't you touch your son's hard-on and let's see what he does". Mom was now very scared, especially if she didn't do as she was told. Mom looked at my hard-on, lifted a hand and held it. I froze, but it did feel good as it.