Little by little, in your imagination, a relationship begins to form.Then one evening, just before she closes her curtains, she seems to be looking di...rectly at you. Your heart misses a beat, and you blush beetroot red.As her curtains close, she raises a pair of binoculars to her own eyes and smiles at you, no-one else, only YOU.Now you can't sleep. All you can think about is tomorrow and 'her' and YOU!Amanda writes:I've never been caught 'watching' before.My heart lurches, and suddenly I'm. Robert and I’d had a relationship for the previous 7 or 8 months, it had started well as all relationships do with him treating me, taking me places, buying my drinks and even a carton of cigarettes each week. In return I took care of his sex needs, he had his own Flat which gave us lots of privacy for the sex games he liked. He bought me lots of sexy silk ensembles like waist cinchers, lacy bras, garter belts and French Knickers. He liked me to wear them and dance and do a strip tease for him. “Oh fuck yeah,” you call out as I begin to suck you off, “Suck my cock!”I am sucking your cock, I think to myself as I begin to up the tempo, throwing myself into my task. I have never understood why Americans talk so fucking much during sex!I push my hands up under your shirt and rake my nails along your tummy. You happily accommodate me and pop open your shirt, exposing your well trimmed torso and chest to the street. Your body is as perfect as your cock and the heavenly sight draws an. His head was at my hole. But I had not been entered for a few weeks and was very, very tight. He pushed at me, thrusting. At last his head got some of the way past my ring, but I couldn’t relax.‘Take it easy’ he said. ‘Breathe…’I did. But I was too tense. The guys around crowded even closer. Some pushed the others out of the way, and pressed their cocks toward my face. A new, big, dark cock entered my mouth and I started gagging on its thick shaft. The knob was salty, circumcised. Felt good…. I.