I stopped playing with myself, but was still highly turned on. My cock was already sporting a globule of hot, sticky pre-cum. Then what I heard coming... from next door stopped me dead in my tracks; I could quite clearly hear the slapping of a cock being wanked quite furiously!This was it! I'd waited months and blown so many loads imagining this moment! My heart was pounding like a bass drum in my chest, my hands were shaking, but my cock was straining, starting to become uncomfortable, so intense. ‘Ow…ohhh…no….stop, please…uhhhhnnn…’ Iain slowed his efforts, but did not stop. ‘No…no….it’s too big….’ It was so tight, she was so full. There wasn’t really pain per se. It was more fear. She wondered if she could take it, or would those feelings from long ago come back to haunt her. Neena thought for a moment about using the safeword, but then put the thought out of her mind. She knew she must try. She deepened her breathing. Iain shifted his weight and his arm, bringing it around her. I will not release you till we get to fifteen. Do you understand?” “Please don’t, Sir, I am sorry I stopped drinking, I can’t do this, Sir.” “Start the count, Claire.” I begin to squeeze your clit between my fingers and thumb, and hear you quietly start to count. One Sir, Two Sir, Three Sir.. You collapse against me, holding on to me, your face buried in my neck, but still the count continues, ragged and slow. I know you are struggling and in severe pain, so I ignore a slight pause on seven and. "Oh, I had hoped we would get to see you in your costume and makeup," Pricilla said. "I've been a fan of Elvis as long as I could remember. My mother is a real big fan. She met him once after a show and he kissed her cheek. She named me Pricilla after his wife, she would have named me Elvis if I had been a boy." Pricilla smiled showing the cutest pair of dimples I had ever seen."Stan and Pricilla just got married. I gave Stan the job because he needed the money," Jerry said. Like I've said all.