.. all had placed me in the most erotic mood. I had left the house in a hurry, and as I drove I listened to "If You Can't Say No" by Lenny Kravitz, ma...ster mood-producer extraordinaire. His music always sends me spiraling into a shameful void of lustful emotions and forbidden thoughts.I drove and sang along with the music, re-playing the same song over and over until I had no choice but to be completely overcome with what the lyrics meant. "If you can't say no, just think about me", easy enough. I moaned loudly and pressed my ass against his hands. He began to fondle my ass and bite my neck. "I've seen you here before," he said. "I watch you." I would have been embarrassed but I was too turned on. "What do you see?" "I watch you press your pussy against the dryer and grind against it. I watch you play with your nipples. I watch you finger your pussy." He was exploring my ass with his hands, playing with my asshole, teasing it with his finger, while he squeezed my ass. "I love the way. Just because we accepted half a billion dollars on their behalf, now we’re stuck with four times that amount, along with a few new buildings and the library addition I mentioned earlier.“I have them up here so you’ll all know whom to blame. And it isn’t me!”He grinned and ended by saying, “There’s one more thing: Our football team has a scrimmage against University of Michigan this afternoon. I have it from knowledgeable sources — all NFL Pro Bowl players — that the results today are going to. Bailey immediately impaled herself, riding it up and down to catcalls and lewd encouragement. It was no more than a few seconds before the first mind-shattering orgasm started, cramping her groin as she fought to keep moving and clench together at the same time. The second followed quickly on the heels of the first. Bailey kept riding wave after wave for long minutes while the enthralled audience watched. The sobbing from the chair increased. Something familiar about it bothered Bailey, even as.