Her head bent over the chair. I could feel the rush of her unsettled exhalations by her little moaning. Her hair moved on her chest as she moved her h...ead from one side to another. She pushed her boobs up and tried to roll her lips across them. Her heavy breathing made me mad and I started to stroke frantically.The ultimate journey began as she began to stroke her pussy more aggressively. She was sitting near me. I was watching her from the screen of my eyes. I was also doing the same. Her body. “Old patterns are hard to change, Stone.”“Might I shower first,” I asked.“No.”“I shall come slowly; I can do nothing else.They walked me out to Morgan’s van. It was smaller and older than the vehicle Matthew and I brought. Morgan waited for us beside the van. He glanced at me, but focused most of his attention on Stone. Mane efficiently secured me behind the driver. He made sure that I could not reach forward with arms or legs.“Stone, you drive. I’ll sit next to the prisoner and make sure. I felt the rush down below again - a combination of longing and unsatisfied craving. Then the wetness. I wasn’t sure if she was doing this on purpose or simply being affectionate, but I excused myself again. I followed my same clean-up routine and headed back to the couch. This time, she put her hand on my stomach and moved her fingers slowly, as if to console my belly after some unknown fear. Radiating like lightning from a summer sky, fiery nerves flashed from beneath her hand to my hips, to. " What? Ah, no, I um, was thinking that a friend at work would beinterested." So you are considering buying it as a gift?" Heavens no, I could never afford anything like that." Perhaps I can help you with that. I have a proposition for you. Shallwe discuss it over a cup of coffee?" Well, okay." Excellent, follow me. You may call me Lynn." I'm Jeff."I followed her over to the coffee house, where we took an outdoor tableout of hearing range of the other patrons. On the center of the tablewas.