It was like if I knew what she wanted and that made me want the same. Next to us stood an old jukebox and when Belle saw it she got up and walked ove...r to it. I watched her as she ran her finger over the dirty glass looking for a song she wanted to hear. When the first tunes of "You can leave your hat on" came out of the old speakers, she turned around and began to move. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she began to swing her hips to the rhythm and ran her hands up along her thighs to her. Sensing your vulnerability at cumming for me before we even meet, I tell you how I too learned to masturbate by grinding; and still masturbate like that to this day. As I go on to describe my own journey of self-discovery from the age of 16, and nightly play since then, your comfort with me becomes real. Your breath changes, your moans deepen, your gasps intensify, and suddenly it’s as if you were with me in more than a telephonic connection. I intuit your drift to subspace. I feel your need. He sent me a picture of his semi hard cock and right there I knew I wanted to suck it. I couldn’t host and he lived 45 minutes away, but I’m a local so I know a hidden spot in a stone walled hut on trail. He picked me up at a spot near my place and I’m pretty nervous and shy but I’m chill and he asks how horny I am and I said enough to want to try sucking cock, not a bad ice breaker lol. He reaches over and starts rubbing me over my shorts, then pulls back his hand and pulls his cock out,. She was almost dancing while doing it. You could see that she was still excited and loving it. Jane spoke to her again."Show me how much of a whore you are. Get your hand in your fanny. I know you can do it. I've seen you before when you were with all those men. Your husband knows what kind of a slut you are. Do it, and tell us how much you like being a bitch." Oh yes, Mistress. I love being a whore. I love tasting your lovely pussy. Yes, I am a slut. I like to have men and women using me,.