. well...”“Masturbating,” she said to him. “I do it all the time.”“Yea, I know.”“Really?”“Well, I've heard you at times.”“Well..., okay. I thought I was quiet enough. But I am not embarrassed. So tell me, did it turn you on?”“Yea, sorry if that is wrong.”“Not at all,” she replied. “It's normal to masturbate when you hear someone else doing it.”“Who says I did?”“I'm not stupid Tyler. No need to feel ashamed. In fact, I have a thought.”“What?”“Don't feel appalled, but what if I offered to jerk you. Your hips start shifting as you reach for that little bit of contact that you are so frantically craving. I hold your thighs down as best I can and I sit back, giggling, until you calm again. Leaning forward once more, I gently kiss the head of your cock, reveling in the single curse you utter. I run my tongue around it, then bend further to lick the underside of your shaft, all the way to the top.Your muscles are tense, your breathing ragged, your eyes dark. You are watching me, mesmerized by. My eyes darted around wildly trying to take everything in. Where the hell was I? Who were these barbarians standing over me, snickering? Why was I bound? Oh Lord help me, I cried silently. ‘Ah, Alex,’ a loud booming voice announced from my left. I looked quickly to see my least favorite person in all of medieval Scotland clasping hands with an unsafer looking older Scotsman. I was finally able to drag in a breath and looked away, least he look at me. I looked to my right, and screamed again.. M. and I smack it without even waking up. It goes off again at 5:23, and I grudgingly roll myself out of bed. You’re up already, the early bird, brushing your teeth at the sink as I stagger, squinting, into the bathroom. Dodging your hand that shoots out to grab my ass (it’s way too early for that), I turn on the shower. I need hot water. Really, really hot. I brush my teeth and wash my face as I wait for the water to reach the correct temperature. You keep stealing glances at me in the mirror,.