Fran tried not to look, but her curiosity got the best of her. Her jaw dropped when she saw the size of it. It was fully bigger around than her wris...t and seemed to be at least a foot long. Her eyes remained riveted to the huge tool. He stepped forward, down one of the remaining three steps, his cock bounced at eye level in front of Fran. She was speechless she couldn't say anything. She couldn't look away from the massive piece of meat either. The man held it at the base and shook it. In order to stay balanced and comfortable you are forced to prop your heels against the chair's legs on tip toes. This is what I wanted, you taut and exposed. I come back to stand in front of you and slowly begin to strip. Taking the time to neatly fold and lay down my clothes. Your eyes greedily take me in as I flesh is exposed to you: my chest, my hips and my cock. I let my hand play along the length of my cock a bit as I stare into your eyes. I dare you to break eye contact and watch me.. “So wet….” He said, stroking a thumb over my hole. The sight of my wet pussy being touched was even more of a turn on, and I felt desperate as he just played with me. I watched him mesmerised as he bent down and lapped once on my clit. I shivered and whimpered- I wanted him so badly! “You want to be fucked?” he asked, taking a hard nipple in his hands. “Yes Master,” I said breathlessly.“Show me whore. Play with yourself,” he said. I stared at him, hesitating. It felt humiliating to have to. Those decisions stopped you becoming my number two girlfriend, because Ava didn't become my girlfriend until several days after the bowling date. You had several opportunities, but you blew them all because of your fixation on your breasts. -- "And in case you think your breasts are at fault, then that's just more of the same stupid thinking. Your breasts are NOT to blame! You have fantastic breasts, and most of the girls at school would kill to have breasts like yours. Nor can you blame other.