Someone will be back soon tolook in on you." He turned to leave, and I watched him as he walked to thedoor to go out.I must have slept for a while. Wh...en I woke up, my chest itched. I got uptoo quickly and my head spun a little. I went over to the tray and ate thefruit that the orderly had left me. The panic I'd experienced earlier hadgone away. I felt calmer, but the situation was so surreal, I couldn'treally get my head around what was happening. Celeste's doctor husband,jealous because I was. When I bring my hands up a little more, I hold onto the edges of your suit, pulling them up an in, to turn your already small suit into a thong. My hands are running up and down your thighs, and linger more at the tops, as your hips are starting to rock back and forth. We both look over to our watchers, who are now not even trying to hide the fact that they are watching us. They all seem to be putting their hands on each other while watching us. This seems to egg you on even more, as I reach. Smiling, she asked if she could touch it. I told her to kneel and stroke it. She did so and slowly took a hold of my cock and stroked it. "Believe it or not, this is the first time I've ever held a man's...uh...thing," she said coyly. "You're shitting me," I said. "No. I've never let anyone touch me this way and I've never touched a man in this way either. I'm saving myself for the right man." With self-control, I slowly pushed back and took her hands off my cock gently and said, "Look Anne, I. He’s going too far too quickly. It’s time to slow things down; to stay in charge. But if I didn’t go through with it what would happen? Would he go home angry? Disappointed? Frustrated? Vengeful? Surely sending him home satisfied would be better; safer?Maybe it would be enough to let him touch me; kiss me. Maybe he would be satisfied tonight with a handjob; a blowjob at most. After all, I could call a halt any time I felt it was going too far.Self-delusion is so easy.Unaware of my internal.