He was Mandy's long term partner, Sandrahad been told. His small round face rested on its side, facing into the middleof the room, but his eyes seemed... to be unfocused. 'Everything we do to our men, Sandra, is designed to deepen our relationshipswith them. They suffer, then they celebrate with us afterwards,' said Kath,the woman with short dark hair, who was nearly opposite Sandra, to Mandy'sleft. Hardly less heavy than Mandy, Kath was more muscular, especially aboutthe upper body. Her thighs,. They're just my fantasies.Tori thinks too much.But that's just my opinion.I have no idea why I get wet when I imagine some man or woman watching me do myself. All I know is that it feels GOOD when I think about it.And it feels better---waaaaay better---when someone watches me for real.Way better.Like last Thursday afternoon when I laid this cute cop I know and his female partner was sitting in the same room with us the whole time, just watching.They were on duty so she was wearing her uniform. He had never wanked with a guy one on one although he had done lots of cam wanking. I asked him whereabouts he was. He lived not far from me about ten minutes walk. I asked him to come round. About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door and I answered he was there in jeans and a tee shirt. I had answered the door bollock naked because I knew it was him. He said wow, and asked if he could touch my cock. Yes of course, he rubbed it and put his hands under my balls. I unzipped him and. ... "Blue Eyes. I want to love you. I never wanted anyone as much as you. You are so beautiful." He traces my lips with his index finger and I flinch as if he is a dirty beggar boy. He laughs low and grabs me to his hard body. "I don't have to deal with you." I snarl. His eyes are fire and I can see the passion in them. His mouth lands lightly on mine and his tongue sneaks in like a thief in the night. I moan despite myself. "I will have you now." He tells me taking off his long gray robe. He.