"Yes, she knows what we're talking about, she's right here. Oh, come on, John, she knows I jack you off all the time, that's why I'm calling you. I wa...nt you to show her how it looks when a boy cums."Yes, you heard right. She'll watch. Maybe even do it for you?"I looked at her and she winked and went on, "Yeah, she's cute, I'll bet you'd like her jacking your dick. Okay, yeah, I'll tell her. Soon, babe." He's on his way." Omigod, he's really coming over? Like to show me his dick?" You wanted to. As my eyes became accustomed to the gloom, I could see the mass of graffiti on the door, the walls, everywhere.There were all sorts of lurid stories, phone numbers, invitations to meet, plus crude pictures roughly drawn in black marker, mainly men in fishnets with large genitals, one picture showed someone bent over in stockings, suspenders and boots, a dildo in their arse. As I read the stories and looked at the pictures, I felt my cock between my legs start to stiffen and I subconsciously. She put the whip down and went to the back of the booth to a rack of equipment. She slowly perused the various options and finally said, "Ah. This one, I think." She picked what looked to Quinn like a wicked looking paddle. It was made of two leather straps attached front-to-back to a wooden handle. She approached Quinn and tapped the paddle on Quinn's skirt, then reached back and brought the paddle down hard. The paddle made a tremendously loud "SLAP!" that startled Quinn enough to make her. She was busy in chopping the vegetables. “I like you,” Jack said. “Thank you, Jack, you are so sweet,” Marry responded, but she hadn’t looked at Jack. “No, I mean I really like you,” Jack said. Jack’s comment made Marry to finally look at him, and she was shocked to see Jack standing with her pants down to his knees. His cock was pointing at Marry. “I like you so much,” Jack said, this time in a slow tone. Marry was just standing there, shocked and surprised to see Jack’s cock. His cock was of.