Getting StartedI could see her watching me get settled as I centered myself on the towel. I closed my eyes again and tried to forget all about Susan being less than 3 feet away from me, watching my every move. I spread my legs apart, comfortably positioned my testicles and positioned my right hand to jerk off. She had gotten me. My makeup application was better - more feminine and lesstarty.'I'd employ you!' I thought. I felt a bulge grow on mypanties restrained only by the restriction of space downthere.As I prepared to enjoy the ensuing moments I heard a knockon the door. I froze and panicked - who could that be?Should I get undressed? Are my fears to materialise?"Who is it?" I shouted."It's me the porter! I forgot to deliver your complimentarybottle of champagne." What? I, er... I'm not er... dressed... right." It.Read More
