She was quite calm and collected as she said, "Take off your clothes and masturbate for me, Al.She was quite calm and collected as she said, "Take off your clothes and masturbate for me, Al." Still recovering my wits, all I could do was feebly grunt an incoherent protest, which Mary brushed aside with, "I like having a man jack off in front of me." She gave me a slight leer and paused to let her words sink in. I would willingly masturbate for her, but not here...not with Rachael around. I was almost started crying. "But Mary ..." I stammered, choking on the words, "... please not here...I'm so...I'm so...well, I'm kinda scared and ..." "You're more than 'kinda' scared, Al: you're terrified." I swallowed and nodded. It was all I could do. She continued, "I want you that way." I looked up at her, surprised and pained. "It turns you on when you're scared, Al," she went on, ignoring my pleading gaze. "Being scared makes you _more_ turned on. Right?" I looked down and mumbled that she was probably right. "Don't deny it, Al. You _want_ this ..." she paused until I looked up into her hard gaze and then she continued, "... you want this very, _very_ badly, Al." As she said that she put her hands on her breasts and slowly lowered them down the sides of her body, her eyes boring through me. "Feel the fear, Al," she said after her hands reached her thighs. She got up on her knees and leaned a little closer to me, saying, "Sex scares you, Al." She grasped each of my shoulders and moved her face closer to mine. She licked her lips lewdly and demonicly, and then said, breathing huskily, "I want you terrified, Al. |