I began with a slow rhythm, wanting to make it last as long as possible.I continued the slow strokes, with Suzana meeting me part-way by gently raisin...g her hips. We continued like this for another few minutes and then I slightly increased the tempo. Suzana met each thrust, and after a few minutes she groaned softly and I felt her pussy spasm gently as she had her first small orgasm.“Make it last!” she gasped. “This is probably our last time!”I was determined to do just that and kept the same. .on?" "YES!...and it keeps asking for a command code...why is this thing talking to me?" Lisa explained that the device clicked and the orange and blue lights were blinking and then the green light came on. The operator was silent for a moment and Lisa could hear other people on the line as well. "Are you going to help me or not?" Lisa demended. "I have this....thing on.....theres a dildo in my belly and a plug the size of a fucking basketball in my ass....and its talking to. . to kiss me. To ask me to touch her, to make me touch her. My hand clenches into a fist. And then she ran. Ran back to her room without a word of explanation. And then she leaves early this morning.What? She's ashamed? What? She can only touch me, only kiss me when it's dark and the middle of the night? Like I'm her little guilty treat? Like I'm her little fucking experiment?I loosen my fist, crescent-shaped nail marks in my palm, and sigh. I'm pissed at her, yeah, but I know it's not like. I gently rolled them around in my finger tips, then I went back to masturbating his erection for him. I was surprised to find that after a few minutes, that sitting there, wearing girl's clothes, and doing what other girls do, began to feel natural to me. I liked doing it. I could smell his boy smell, and I liked it. I especially liked knowing that he was so hard, because of me.He let me masturbate him like that for what seemed like a long time."Debi, I want you to kiss it for me."I sort of had.