"Are you hard because of me, Daddy?" she said in a sultry voice, a come on line that would be more appropriate in a porno film. I was frozen, like a... deer in headlights, my vulnerability being exposed by the obvious stiffy I sported. She took advantage of my inability to retreat from the magnetic effect her erotic vision had on me. "You like what you see, don't you?" It was a rhetorical question. "You got to see me, wouldn't it only be fair if I got to see you?" I realized my stare was. And milked. Prolonging the act builds intensity. And after years and years of diligent practice...masturbation becomes an Art Form. An Art Form I'm more than pleased to share with you two adorable cuties." I stop speaking for a few moments and let my hand and cock do the talking. I stroke slightly harder and faster for a time, and my prickhead swells and turns a shade darker, and I begin breathing audibly. "Mmm..." I hear a soft moan from one of the girls. Surprisingly, it comes from Crystal,. " he said and looked at the smoldering passion in her eyes."I ... I don't know if I can," she said hesitantly, as Denise stood andhovered over her."Try ..." was all he said.Denise climbed onto the couch with the lovely blonde. She kissed herpassionately as her hand moved from her full tits to her wet pussy. Thenshe twisted and lay beside Karen with one leg cocked up, displaying herentire cuntal area. Turning her head to one side, Denise wrapped herarms about Karen's lower body and hugged her to. Melinda threw her head back and opened her mouth, but her throat again locked. Her lust was no longer a concept or emotion, but a tangible form that had taken the shape of her sex. Her pussy throbbed with her nipples, her clit swollen and tingling.The cultists' chant rose once more. She looked at them in turn, pleading in silence for their pity and their touch. The words of submission wanted to bubble forth from her mouth, but she fought them back one more time. She was too afraid of what that.