Wearing a shelf bra would be like putting them on a platter.The next small box contained underwear; all thongs except for a few regular panties that h...e explained were for her periods.The next two boxes contained blouses and skirts. The blouses were all shear and the skirts much shorter than she was comfortable with. One large box contained some jackets that coordinated with the skirts. She was relieved that she'll have something to cover her breasts when she wore those shear blouses. The last. I told her to masturbate on my bed, in front of my eyes. I wanted to see her do it. She felt shy as this was an unusual request for her but she was in no position to deny it. She did do it for me.First she put her right hand on her pussy and inserted first two fingers inside while her thumb was rubbing her cunt. Her left hand played with her boobs in the meanwhile. She did this for about 5 mins and started screaming. Her body was struggling like a fish out of water. She was having an orgasm. I. Wanting to feel him explode in my mouth, I quickly engulfed him with my mouth and began to suck and stroke as I fondled his balls.“Oh, Jenn, you’re going to make me come," he panted. "Oh…oh, oh…"With the last 'oh' I felt him start to pulse in my hand and shoot his creamy seed into my mouth.As the pulsing subsided I lifted my head off him slightly to swallow my reward and then began to suck the last few drops of his semen from the head of his cock.As he lay back recovering, I continued to stroke. Her panties were drenched with her sizzling love juices. Even with the humiliation of being found out, she removed her hands, her eyes shut issuing more tears as her body trembled in the sheer cold. “And no one really touched her down there, right, we have just been whipping her for… what… the past hour?” Mr. B questioned and all the guys agreed, Becky knew where this was going and instantly waged her own protest, her hands ignoring her soaking wet spot on her panties. “You’ve been … touching.