I felt the blood rushing away from my face and back to my cock.“Don’t mind me. She smiled. You carry on!” “Carry on?” I asked uncertainly. ...“Yeah”. She replied. “In fact…mind if I watch?”“Huh?” I was stunned but thrilled by the idea.I’ve always wondered how boys play with themselves.” She explained.“Erm...err, ok”. I murmured.“Well, go on then.” She urged me.Apprehensively I began to slide my hand up and down my cock. “Feel nice? She asked.I nodded.She tore off some loo roll, wiped the residual. As I reached her clit I’d let it pass between them, then as I reached her entrance I let them circle the edge and dip ever so slightly in.Her breathing had quickened and she began to moan, and I knew it was time. The next time to her hole I moved both fingers inside her. She was wet enough that there was no resistance and they went into her as deep as I could reach. I moved them in and out now, my thumb taking over the attention to her clit. She began to lose control and one hand moved to mine. He smiled to himself; the perfect night for a heist.Nymphenburg Castle was bathed in muted light, from outside as well as within. No loud and raucous celebration here. The guests would be ringing in the new millennium in stately grace and impeccable decorum. He slid back the cuff of his black tuxedo and looked at the Bulova on his wrist; time to get moving.He was known as "Midnight", jewel thief extraordinaire. Some half-wit journalist had tagged him with the moniker early in his career, and to. It was both a vulnerable and a powerful position to be in, nearly nude with a woman that made the blood rush to all the right places of his body. Nomax did not know what to think but he knew how to follow as she took his paw and led him to the bedroom off from the main living area of the suite. That there were clothes on the bed did not matter to them as they tumbled into the mess of it, kissing fervently, tongues tangling, working out better that time how a muzzle was to come together with.