Just the act, as has been the case in many a young girl's first sexual experiences. I got a job working at a mom and pop full-service gas station/conv...enience store. I had no trouble working behind the counter, and since the station was acrossed the street from the senior citizen housing, I pumped gas for the locals. The little old ladies in town were amazed that I could pump gas. The old men wouldn't let me; too old school, I guess. The married men in town were very much the same way, not. Suddenly the toothache was gone. “It looks like there was a small piece of bone stuck between your teeth, Mr. Jameson. Does it feel better now?” Teresa asked. “Wow, that’s fantastic! Thanks, Teresa,” I said. “I’ll go take you off the appointment list then,” she said, “and you and Randi can finish up.” After Teresa left, Randi stopped just long enough to ask me, “How would you like it, Mr. Jameson?” “Let me stand up, if I may,” I answered, “I want to see it happen.” “Of course!” she. ’ I said. ‘How did you get here?’ ‘My little brother dropped me off.’ ‘The one who answered the phone the other day?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘He gave me a scare. I suddenly realised that you might have a boyfriend.’ ‘I would have told you.’ ‘I know Maddy, I never doubted you. It was the worrier in me again.’ ‘Him again, he’ll have to go you know.’ We both laughed. ‘What made you want to come to an airshow?’ I asked. ‘Well, I thought a husband and wife should share interests.’ I hummed in agreement as I parked. She knows the less I know, the crazier I get. If she has my cock caged it brings me to a place sexual arousal unseen, uncharacterized any other way. I love when she gets fucked. Watching is so much fun. Spying, being a true voyeur is my fetish. I've found it is even better when she has me bound, unable to do anything. These are great times. Locked in a closet, another room, in the basement. One time she rented two hotel rooms. She bound and gagged me in one room, then got her brains.