You can do it! Get that big cock ready to cum! Do it for me!”I had to hold back, I didn't want him to blow too soon.Meanwhile, the girl in the front... row had her hand down her unzipped jeans and was jilling vigorously. For the first time I realised I too was dripping.One minute to go.“Come on, Greg! Get ready to shoot! I'm gonna cum with you too!” My hand was down the front of my Team GB tracksuit bottoms, rubbing furiously at my soaking pussy.Twenty seconds to go.Give it to me, Greg! I'm ready. I ate the burger and while glancing up at the TVon the wall seeing if there's anything new up there.ESPN was talking about the up and coming NFL draft in a few week andthe various college prospects. Having been raised in New Jersey, I wasa New York Giants fan, so I had my favorites on who they should pick.The experts had differing opinions.I washed the burger down with my beer.I glanced back to the teens. They were nothing but smiles. There wasone couple holding hands as if this was their date. Now look at me, husband James had left early for work, I’m sat here thinking about the past knowing the only thing I have to do today is go to the gym or out for a jog.I dropped my dressing gown and slipped on a short sports top them pulled on my jogging pants, o what the fuck I thought feeling the seem riding up between my swollen lips. I think this is what they call a camel toe, well it might take the boredom off the jogging I inwardly smiled. I was getting so wet between my legs jogging. The dim red lighting and various items of bondage equipment gave the room a vaguely sinister appearance. ‘Put the bag down and strip naked,’ my Mistress commanded. The two women watched as I removed my clothes and placed them on an empty chair. I waited nervously for my punishment to commence after I had finished undressing. ‘Put the cuffs on his ankles and wrists,’ my Mistress instructed her companion. The other woman opened Mistress Whiplash’s bag and took out four short, broad leather.