Spoken clearly and with authority as an instruction, but carrying underlying layers of tension, lust and need. “Don’t stop”. I resume my strokes.... Long and firm. Squeezing and gripping. I stare into her eyes, now dark with longing. Her mouth is open and she is gasping for each breath, sucking in irregular gulps of air, her wrist a blur. And suddenly, I notice, so is mine. My embarrassment has quickly given way to extreme and urgent arousal. Back and forth, SO hard. She is watching me masturbate. I climbed up onto the green felt and laid down, my arms outreached and my legs spread as wide as I could get them. Master secured my ankles with the help of Tom, then my wrists were next. I couldn’t see a thing after he placed the blind fold over my eyes. I was surprised when someone one placed the ball gag in my mouth and secured it behind my head. Master and Tom were discussing knots and various ways of securing slaves to stationary objects as they tied me to the pool table. I could hear more. I had just gotten out of the water. I went and sat next to Jason on the tailgate of his truck. Julie was riding the four wheeler on the not too distant trails. For a while Jason and I just sat and chatted. Then it all started. Jason "accidentally" placed his hand on my upper thigh and started rubbing his thumb around in little circles. After a few minutes I was starting to get extremely horny so I removed his hand and said, "You need to stop that." Why?" He asked with a knowing smile and a. Removing everything from the center counsel and raising it, she waited for their eyes to meet before she laid her head in his lap and stretched out on the seat. He laughed out loud, started the truck and put it on the road.She had her jeans un-zipped and her hand in her warm pussy before they made it to the end of their road. It didn't take her long to melt into the seat as he found a cd and popped it in the player. Keeping one eye on the woman and the other on the road, he took her for a.